MOON&STARS! lyrics

(Chorus: XATASHI)
Bad b*tch on my line, like wassup hoe
Don't waste no more time and I really wanna know
If you really wanna go
Take you on a f*ckin' trip to the motherf*ckin' moon and stars, here we go
And I don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man
If he really want the f*ckin' smoke, we don't throw hands
Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan
Flex on my haters, they make me money whilst I flex bands
Bad b*tch on my line, like wassup hoe
Don't waste no more time and I really wanna know
If you really wanna go
Take you on a f*ckin' trip to the motherf*ckin' moon and stars, here we go
And I don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man
If he really want the f*ckin' smoke, we don't throw hands
Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan
Flex on my haters, they make me money whilst I flex bands

(Verse 1: Sadfriendd)
Ay Ay Damn
Tell shawty she can run it aye
If she wanna kick it, tell lil shawty we gone pun it
Gotta bad b*tch, come into the crib because she want it
If I want it imma buy it, I ain't really with the stuntin'
Got a bag on my neck with all this ice on my neck
She gon' bring it down, because she like to get reckless
Shawty said I gave her lockjaw, no tetanus
I keep staring but i hope you ain't offended
Girl damn, you so damn fine(Uh)
I swear to god that you always on my mind (Uh)
And ion really like to waste all this time a lot
But she a bad b*tch so I'm tryna take her to my spot (Ay)
Drop it like it hot, baby show me what you got (Uh)
I know im moving fast, girl i know that its a lot (Uh)
But I can't wife you if I find out you a thot
But shawty said she love me but I know she love me not
(Chorus: XATASHI)
Bad b*tch on my line, like wassup hoe
Don't waste no more time and I really wanna know
If you really wanna go
Take you on a f*ckin' trip to the motherf*ckin' moon and stars, here we go
And I don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man
If he really want the f*ckin' smoke, we don't throw hands
Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan
Flex on my haters, they make me money whilst I flex bands
Bad b*tch on my line, like wassup hoe
Don't waste no more time and I really wanna know
If you really wanna go
Take you on a f*ckin' trip to the motherf*ckin' moon and stars, here we go
And I don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man
If he really want the f*ckin' smoke, we don't throw hands
Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan
Flex on my haters, they make me money whilst I flex bands

(Verse 2: Artifex27)
Hopped out the plane, i just got a new patek
I ain’t talking uzi, that sh*t automatic
Pull up to the spot, make it rain like confetti
That pus*y want smoke, aight bet let him have it
I got bands, got cash, big benz, Louis V on my belt talking big brands
Girl you lookin so fly in that dress, take a sip and relax, I’m the one and that’s facts
Got you in my whip, this sh*t is a hellcat
Kickdown, ion know where the brakes at
Big stones all up on my wrist, can you see that?
Oh that’s yo b*tch? I’ll make sure that I hit that
I just pulled up in a brand new foreign
Poured up a four now that sh*t got me snoring
b*tch we up next, i don’t know what you thinking
If you want the smoke, you get popped like a pimple