To the Moon
Ima take off to the moon
I leave my driver the keys to the room
Cartier vision my vision is vivid
Versace Versace my bitches perfume
Yea
Ima take off to the moon
She wanna fuck I got no time to spoon
I'm on the block chain gimme my room
Saint Laurent drawls no fruit of the loom
Yea
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
I'ma a take off to the moon
Yea yea
I got my head n the stars
I gave the driver the keys to the car
Now I'm eating steak n it's charred
I gave the driver the keys to the car
Now I sip tequila at bar
I'm going straight to the moon
Got my back and my bag off the wall
Every finger got like rings like Jupiter
I got v v v's each getting stupider
I'm Fitna tip toe across the moon
Saint Lauren drawls, I'm on fire like Lucifer
Ima take off n a space ship
Long way from the streets I was living in
I had to separate and be a gentlemen
I met a lot of frauds had to get rid of em
Cartier vision my vision in vintage
Pockets like Popeye... popeye on spinach
I count the loot By the second & minute
I hit ya block with glock and I spin it
Cartier vision my vision in vintage
Just hit the Jeweler I just got apprenticed
I don't focus on nothing but image
I'm Off too the moon with some bags and chemist
Yaya
Ima take off to the moon
I leave my driver the keys to the room
Cartier vision my vision is vivid
Versace Versace my bitches perfume
Yea
Ima take off to the moon
She wanna fuck I got no time to spoon
I'm on the block chain gimme my room
Saint Laurent drawls no fruit of the loom
Yea
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
I'm going straight to the moon
Tell my lil baby to strap in
Any moment some fuck shit could happen
In her purse she got more than perfume
At the worse we like robin and Batman
Hit the bank I be smiling laughing
Suited in the latest fashion
I'm drip, splashing
I'm drip, splashing
Ima go straight to the moon
You niggas ain't for em' I'm not with the acting
I left the keys to the room
You niggas ain't sliding you Niggas are capping
Ima take off, blasting
Outer space in a ship like an ashton
In the hills I was sleeping n mansions
In the hills I was sleeping at random
Ima take off, huh
Look at my diamonds they dancing
Ladies they love me in Hansom
I get the bag like a ransom
These nigga hate, tantrum
I had to stick to the pavement
On my wrist is a brick it's bracelet
Never will I go back to the basic
Ima take off to the moon
I leave my driver the keys to the room
Cartier vision my vision is vivid
Versace Versace my bitches perfume
Yea
Ima take off to the moon
She wanna fuck I got no time to spoon
I'm on the block chain gimme my room
Saint Laurent drawls no fruit of the loom
Yea
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
I leave my driver the keys to the room
Cartier vision my vision is vivid
Versace Versace my bitches perfume
Yea
Ima take off to the moon
She wanna fuck I got no time to spoon
I'm on the block chain gimme my room
Saint Laurent drawls no fruit of the loom
Yea
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
I'ma a take off to the moon
Yea yea
I got my head n the stars
I gave the driver the keys to the car
Now I'm eating steak n it's charred
I gave the driver the keys to the car
Now I sip tequila at bar
I'm going straight to the moon
Got my back and my bag off the wall
Every finger got like rings like Jupiter
I got v v v's each getting stupider
I'm Fitna tip toe across the moon
Saint Lauren drawls, I'm on fire like Lucifer
Ima take off n a space ship
Long way from the streets I was living in
I had to separate and be a gentlemen
I met a lot of frauds had to get rid of em
Cartier vision my vision in vintage
Pockets like Popeye... popeye on spinach
I count the loot By the second & minute
I hit ya block with glock and I spin it
Cartier vision my vision in vintage
Just hit the Jeweler I just got apprenticed
I don't focus on nothing but image
I'm Off too the moon with some bags and chemist
Yaya
Ima take off to the moon
I leave my driver the keys to the room
Cartier vision my vision is vivid
Versace Versace my bitches perfume
Yea
Ima take off to the moon
She wanna fuck I got no time to spoon
I'm on the block chain gimme my room
Saint Laurent drawls no fruit of the loom
Yea
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
I'm going straight to the moon
Tell my lil baby to strap in
Any moment some fuck shit could happen
In her purse she got more than perfume
At the worse we like robin and Batman
Hit the bank I be smiling laughing
Suited in the latest fashion
I'm drip, splashing
I'm drip, splashing
Ima go straight to the moon
You niggas ain't for em' I'm not with the acting
I left the keys to the room
You niggas ain't sliding you Niggas are capping
Ima take off, blasting
Outer space in a ship like an ashton
In the hills I was sleeping n mansions
In the hills I was sleeping at random
Ima take off, huh
Look at my diamonds they dancing
Ladies they love me in Hansom
I get the bag like a ransom
These nigga hate, tantrum
I had to stick to the pavement
On my wrist is a brick it's bracelet
Never will I go back to the basic
Ima take off to the moon
I leave my driver the keys to the room
Cartier vision my vision is vivid
Versace Versace my bitches perfume
Yea
Ima take off to the moon
She wanna fuck I got no time to spoon
I'm on the block chain gimme my room
Saint Laurent drawls no fruit of the loom
Yea
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
Ima take off in a spaceship
Ima go straight to the moon
Yea yea
I see numbers like the matrix
Credits
Writer(s): Deleioun Jackson
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