MOON BOOTS lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I got my moon boots on

[Chorus]
Moon boots on, so I'm movin' kinda funny
Pockets on full, so I'm whippin' kinda funny
Where my Glock at?
b*tch, it's right here on my tummy
Pull this b*tch out
b*tch, y'all better start runnin'

[Post-Chorus]
[?]
Just got a check
I'ma motherf*ckin' cash it
I don't eat pus*y, b*tch
I just want that acid
My b*tch so crazy, she a motherf*ckin' [?]
Huh, we can get right to it, b*tch
Huh, in the club we're in the backseat
I ain't got no type
b*tch, you know that I'm a big freak
When it comes to money
Count it fast, yeah, big geek
pus*y wet, b*tch, I'm finna ski (big leak)
When we done f*cking, babe, gonna need some new sheets
When we done f*ckin', babe, we're gonna need some Cuban links
[Verse 2]
You won't dip before money, I 'on't get it
I'm a big stepper, know I'm gonna get it
Get out my way, b*tch, I'm high off a whip-it
Get out my way, b*tch [?]
Can't take di*k, but I swear she got a big mouth
I don't do the talkin', b*tch, knuck if you buck out
I don't like nobody, baby, attitudes done suck out
If you get with me, know that you lucked out

[Verse 3]
Hmmm, he tryna replace me
All in your face, but he callin' me baby
If he goin' out, b*tch, you know he gon' take me
Out for the sit, but I look better naked
I get my nut and you know I'm not fakin'
I gotta dip, we not wakin' and bakin'
I can't be wit' you later
I gotta go, gotta go get this cake up

[Chorus]
Moon boots on, so I'm movin' kinda funny
Pockets on full, so I'm whippin' kinda funny
Where my Glock at?
b*tch, it's right here on my tummy
Pull this b*tch out
b*tch, y'all better start runnin'
[Post-Chorus]
[?]
Just got a check
I'ma motherf*ckin' cash it
I don't eat pus*y, b*tch
I just want that acid
My b*tch so crazy, she a motherf*ckin' [?]
Huh, we can get right to it, b*tch
Huh, in the club we're in the backseat
I ain't got no type
b*tch, you know that I'm a big freak
When it comes to money
Count it fast, yeah, big geek
pus*y wet, b*tch, I'm finna ski (big leak)
When we done f*cking, babe, gonna need some new sheets
When we done f*ckin', babe, we're gonna need some Cuban links