Moon.
When the moon stay high and the sun don't sleep
I don't need a bed to count all the sheep 'round me
Bitches do it for the C3, M3, Audi
Hit the bitch twice, fly her round trip for round 3
Where you wanna go bitch south beach, Maui
Hoe a fashion killa like pop pop bounty
Funny used to doubt me, now they all about me
Funny used to doubt me, now they all
Like my shoes white and my women black
I love when my gorillas in they habitat
Got some habits that develop cash Invested into property cut the tax
Double up make a percentage back
Ex's hit you up when you X them out
It's even worse when money Comes in X amounts
It's like ABC's when I D them down
And the W's will come before the X's now
Two types of hoes in a poor mans land
It's the ones who think they got it so they flexin' on the gram
Or the ones who did it right and put they shit on only fans
So while bitches throwin' shade, y'all be snappin' rubber bands
Baby girl from the west side yuh
Show me its the best side yuh
Baby girl know the sun blinds yuh
But at least that moon hides us
When the moon stay high and the sun don't sleep
I don't need a bed to count all the sheep 'round me
Bitches do it for the C3, M3, Audi
Hit the bitch twice, fly her round trip for round 3
Where you wanna go bitch south beach, Maui
Hoe a fashion killa like pop pop bounty
Funny used to doubt me, now they all about me
Funny used to doubt me, now they all
I don't need a bed to count all the sheep 'round me
Bitches do it for the C3, M3, Audi
Hit the bitch twice, fly her round trip for round 3
Where you wanna go bitch south beach, Maui
Hoe a fashion killa like pop pop bounty
Funny used to doubt me, now they all about me
Funny used to doubt me, now they all
Like my shoes white and my women black
I love when my gorillas in they habitat
Got some habits that develop cash Invested into property cut the tax
Double up make a percentage back
Ex's hit you up when you X them out
It's even worse when money Comes in X amounts
It's like ABC's when I D them down
And the W's will come before the X's now
Two types of hoes in a poor mans land
It's the ones who think they got it so they flexin' on the gram
Or the ones who did it right and put they shit on only fans
So while bitches throwin' shade, y'all be snappin' rubber bands
Baby girl from the west side yuh
Show me its the best side yuh
Baby girl know the sun blinds yuh
But at least that moon hides us
When the moon stay high and the sun don't sleep
I don't need a bed to count all the sheep 'round me
Bitches do it for the C3, M3, Audi
Hit the bitch twice, fly her round trip for round 3
Where you wanna go bitch south beach, Maui
Hoe a fashion killa like pop pop bounty
Funny used to doubt me, now they all about me
Funny used to doubt me, now they all
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Writer(s): Kamron Bahani
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