Moet lyrics

[Intro]
CB on the beat
True Religion jeans and a Glock
At the gas station lookin' for opps (Where they at?)
Yeah, yeah
Pass her that bottle
Pump, please, don’t f*ck my b*tch
Woah, yeah

[Chorus]
Moet (Ooh), Moet (Yeah)
Lil' b*tch pus*y get more wet (Brr, more wet)
Moet (Yeah), Moet (Aye)
Drop fifty K on a Rolex (Woah)
Moet (Yeah), Moet
UPS, I'ma send bullets to your doorstep (Pop-pop-pop)
Moet (Yeah), Moet
I’m from Dade County, no, I don't use Trojans (Dade County)
Open it up, opеn it up (Yeah), open it up (Ooh, aye)
Opеn it up, open it up (Yeah), open it up (Uh, ooh)
Moet (Yeah), Moet (Brr)
Lil' b*tch pus*y get more wet (Ooh)
Moet (Yeah), Moet (Brr)
Drop fifty K on a Rolex (Brr)

[Verse]
True Religion jeans and a Glock (Pop-pop-pop)
At the gas station, I'm just lookin' for opps (Where they at?)
I'ma sleep with one eye open like Fetty Wap (Fetty)
Don't drive around my house, because your ass will get shot (Pop-pop-pop), uh, huh?
Fourth of July (Yeah), I shot an AR and someone almost died (No way)
You don't think I’m fried? Carol City n*gga, you don’t walk out here alive (Yeah)
[?] (Ooh)
I meet his mom with the strap (Damn)
I just ran up with like two
[?] like five (Woah)
[Chorus]
Moet (Ooh), Moet (Yeah)
Lil' b*tch pus*y get more wet (Brr, more wet)
Moet (Yeah), Moet (Aye)
Drop fifty K on a Rolex (Woah)
Moet (Yeah), Moet
UPS, I’ma send bullets to your doorstep (Pop-pop-pop)
Moet (Yeah), Moet
I'm from Dade County, no, I don't use Trojans (Dade County)
Open it up, open it up (Yeah), open it up (Ooh, aye)
Open it up, open it up (Yeah), open it up (Uh, ooh)
Moet (Yeah), Moet (Brr)
Lil' b*tch pus*y get more wet (Ooh)
Moet (Yeah), Moet (Brr)
Drop fifty K on a Rolex (Brr)