On the Moon

(I-I-)

(I-I-)

(I-I'm working on dying)

(BNYX)

Yeah, I done fucked a lot of fuckin' bands up

I'ma bring that smoke, don't want that cancer

Hop up in that whip and I go faster (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I think that I'm stuck up on this cash, yeah

Skrrt, they be keep comin'

Uh, I'ma keep thumbin'

Whoa, I'm not no dummy, lil' bitch, hmm, I'm not no dummy

Yeah, all these lil' bitches on me

Hmm, I think they love me, huh, huh

I see you hate, and you broke, huh, I think it's funny (ooh)

Yeah, yeah, whoa (ooh)

Yeah, yeah, whoa (ooh)

Yeah, huh, huh, yeah, psych out, psych out (ooh)

Yeah, huh, yeah (yeah)

Designer on me, Balenci' on me

I walk out on fleek, huh, Faygo gon' bring the heat (yeah)

I got her CELINE, I'll tell you the truth

I get in the booth, yeah, and then I'm on the moon (yeah)

I'm geekin', I'm so fuckin' high, I feel like I'm on the moon (yeah)

I'm geekin', I'm so fuckin' high, I feel like I'm on the moon (yeah)

My diamonds, they hit different colors, I feel like I'm on a shroom (yeah)

Knew I was just one of the ones soon as I came out the womb (ooh)

Yeah, yeah, whoa (ooh)

Yeah, yeah, whoa (ooh)

Yeah, huh, huh, yeah, psych out, psych out (ooh)

Yeah, huh, yeah (yeah)