Moon Rocks

Yea yeaheyea
Ooo whoa
Yea ye yea

I load that cash inside of a safe
I put my drugs in a shoe box
I drop some pills inside of a cup
I sip that shit like a juice box
I took that bitch on a date to the moon
I got her hi off the moon rocks
I put that coke in a tube sock
I hid that crack in tool box
Boy I be everywhere you not
Sneak dissin that get ya boo shot
Everyday I get a new op
So every week I buy a new glock
Time is money and money is time
That's why my wrist got 2 clocks
I ain't with nun of the fuwop
Talkin shit thata get u shot

Yeaa yea you shot
Fukk nigga I get ya crew shot
Me and my brother we straight from the buildings you can get hit from a roof top
All day bro he played in the buildings he was known on a few blocks
Used to shoot dice on the back of bus, Sis put a match to a fuse box
Bro lost a pipe on the back of a bus next day he came with a few glocks
Swear to gawd shit was the boondocks
You can hit w the flu flops
Give you the blues w the Wuu wop
Blu flames bitch blu dot
Blue water need a blue yacht
Bluu skies needa blu drop
I load that cash in a safe save all my money n spend Alle my time w bad bitch
I'll spend that cash in a day make some mo money and go spend it all on a bad bitch
I'm on my grind everyday I'm on the way tryna make a mill before sundown
I'm on the road w that k, dreds in my face, swear to gawd nigga get gunned dwn
The Bluer the money the bluer the hair blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
The bigger the gun the thinner the hairOn the trigga if you sneeze I'll shoot
Bitch I'm blessed no hi chu
Yea My bitch bad in house shoes
Yeaa U can't do what I do
Nall You don't move how I move

I load that cash inside of a safe
I put my drugs in a shoe box
I drop some pills inside of a cup
I sip that shit like a juice box
I took that bitch on a date to the moon
I got her hi off the moon rocks
I put that coke in a tube sock
I hid that crack in tool box
Boy I be everywhere you not
Sneak dissin that get ya boo shot
Everyday I get a new op
So every week I buy a new glock
Time is money and money is time
That's why my wrist got 2 clocks
I ain't with nun of the fuwop
Talkin shit thata get you shot

Yea yea you shot
Swear to gawd I can get you hit
Shout out to TB cuz I fukk with the mob, we was youngin on that Bluu shit
3 Fingers no suu Wuu shit
Deuce deuce by the glue stick
Old mop with a new stick
Hold that bitch like a pool stick
So wet I drip a pool bitch
2K on the the black top
I had to lie to my baby mama
I hid that crack in a match box
I had to buy me a car I took out the airbag I turnt that bitch to a stash spot
I wave that gun like a mascot
I know that paper like desk tops
I'm cashing out til these checks stop
I serve you right at the bus stop
I learned that stage like it's Prescott
I hit a stain on the back block
That thot that you lovin my next stop
Make her suck dick til her neck pop
Bitch I'm still fly when the jet stop
Smokin on Za za the best crop
Deep in on the west blocks
Drippin dnt slip in my wet spot
I spin a block w the tech cocked
I leave ya block w sum wet spots
I leave a op w his chest hot
Sneak dissin that get ya face shot
And that cum right after the back shot
And that cum right after the back shot

I load that cash inside of a safe
I put my drugs in a shoe box
I drop some pills inside of a cup
I sip that shit like a juice box
I took that bitch on a date to the moon
I got her hi off the moon rocks
I put that coke in a tube sock
I hid That crack in tool box
Boy I be everywhere you not
Sneak dissin that get ya boo shot
Everyday I get a new op
So every week I buy a new glock
Time is money and money is time, That's why my wrist got 2 clocks
I ain't w nun of that fuwop
Talkin shit that-a get you shot



Credits
Writer(s): C’oni Shegog
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