Witcho Melo - Project: Silver Star

Moon Pie

Aye... Yeah
Yeah

I'm tryna smoke you out
I'm tryna eat you out
I'm tryna love you down
I'm tryna treat you right
You're my Moon Pie baby
You're my Moon Pie baby
I'm tryna smoke that blunt, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you bad, yeah
I'm tryna cash that check back
I'm tryna keep that high, yeah
You're my Moon Pie baby
You're my Moon Pie baby

I'm tryna smoke you out
I'm tryna eat you out
I'm tryna love you down
I'm tryna treat you right
You're my Moon Pie baby
You're my Moon Pie baby
I'm tryna smoke that blunt, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you bad, yeah
I'm tryna cash that check back
I'm tryna keep that high, yeah
You're my Moon Pie baby
You're my Moon Pie baby

Ay, yeah, yeah
Pullin' up, all these bitches fuckin' me
Cause I'm the man, roughin' up
Pull the gang together
Now I got a plan

Bump it loud, play the symphony
Do it for your fans
Roll the dice when your hella deep
Roll it for your kin

Roll it for your kin
Beg your father for your sins
Hand up in the court again
Dressed up in your cardigan

Told the Court that you were hurt
Took the photo on the curb
But the Lawyer held a minute, and he said he would be back
And the Lawyer came back with the G-man, only dressed in black

Shout out Uncle Sam, bitch, I'm runnin' up this debt
Carry pockets full of business cards, we write off the check
Count your Goats when the money comes, they bless us for a check
Turn your nigga to a body bag, now you gon' live the rest

Fuck these niggas cause they want the smoke
They know that I'm the man
Pockets deep, like the ocean, homie, which don't make it rain
Hold her back, like a drill up on me, me now she know my name

Hundred stacks on the fuckin' table, fuck the IRS
Grab a strap, had to shoot it twice, and so I rack it back
Back to church, I just caught that boy, he lackin' on that weed
Murder Red, and that pussy boy, he beggin' on his knees

I just tried to stack this fuckin' money on my own
Told my ex bitch hit the clinic or ShamWow will hit your phone
Took a Molly off the script, and now I'm profit off the verse
I just sit up in my castle, nigga profit off the verse

She ride my dick for like $5 a pop

I'm tryna smoke you out
I'm tryna eat you out
I'm tryna love you down
I'm tryna treat you right
You're my Moon Pie baby
You're my Moon Pie baby
I'm tryna smoke that blunt, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you bad, yeah
I'm tryna cash that check back
I'm tryna keep that high, yeah
You're my Moon Pie baby
You're my Moon Pie baby

I'm tryna smoke you out
I'm tryna eat you out
I'm tryna love you down
I'm tryna treat you right
You're my Moon Pie baby
You're my Moon Pie baby
I'm tryna smoke that blunt, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you bad, yeah
I'm tryna cash that check back
I'm tryna keep that high, yeah
You're my Moon Pie baby
You're my Moon Pie baby

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Writer(s): Anthony Pursel
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