She wanna go to the moon
She want change told her change her ways
She wanna be in the mood
Told her I don't wanna feel today
She wanna chill with the crew
Times a gamble I got nothing to loose
I wanna go to the moon
Sliding on her, on her, on her
She wanna go to the moon
She want change told her change her ways
She wanna be in the mood
Told her I don't wanna feel today
She wanna chill with the crew
Times a gamble I got nothing to loose
I wanna go to the moon
Sliding on her, on her, on her
I be on the road
Take her home to my home
I'm gone, booted up
I be on the moon
I can't come through unless there's two
I had every girl but you
I go to the moon
Go to the moon
How you gonna talk you ain't got no Forgis
You ain't got no shoes on your shawty
That's crazy I can't have her out here naked
Pull up she wanna know I'm the greatest
She wanna come f*ck with a nigga that made it
Four seasons
Four seasons
Four seasons where ima go put us in
That's why she only call you on Saturday and Sunday the rest of the week she with me
Feel like Marc Cuban in my Cuban links (I made a way)
Give them what they want
You can call Fema my hurricane wrist going crazy
In the Bahamas
With Three little mommas
She want change told her change her ways
She wanna be in the mood
Told her I don't wanna feel today
She wanna chill with the crew
Times a gamble I got nothing to loose
I wanna go to the moon
Sliding on her, on her, on her
She wanna go to the moon
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She wanna go to the moon
She want change told her change her ways
She wanna be in the mood
Told her I don't wanna feel today
She wanna chill with the crew
Times a gamble I got nothing to loose
I wanna go to the moon
Sliding on her, on her, on her
She wanna go to the moon
She want change told her change her ways
She wanna be in the mood
Told her I don't wanna feel today
She wanna chill with the crew
Times a gamble I got nothing to loose
I wanna go to the moon
Sliding on her, on her, on her
I be on the road
Take her home to my home
I'm gone, booted up
I be on the moon
I can't come through unless there's two
I had every girl but you
I go to the moon
Go to the moon
How you gonna talk you ain't got no Forgis
You ain't got no shoes on your shawty
That's crazy I can't have her out here naked
Pull up she wanna know I'm the greatest
She wanna come f*ck with a nigga that made it
Four seasons
Four seasons
Four seasons where ima go put us in
That's why she only call you on Saturday and Sunday the rest of the week she with me
Feel like Marc Cuban in my Cuban links (I made a way)
Give them what they want
You can call Fema my hurricane wrist going crazy
In the Bahamas
With Three little mommas
She want change told her change her ways
She wanna be in the mood
Told her I don't wanna feel today
She wanna chill with the crew
Times a gamble I got nothing to loose
I wanna go to the moon
Sliding on her, on her, on her
She wanna go to the moon
She want change told her change her ways
She wanna be in the mood
Told her I don't wanna feel today
She wanna chill with the crew
Times a gamble I got nothing to loose
I wanna go to the moon
Sliding on her, on her, on her
She wanna go to the moon
She want change told her change her ways
She wanna be in the mood
Told her I don't wanna feel today
She wanna chill with the crew
Times a gamble I got nothing to loose
I wanna go to the moon
Sliding on her, on her, on her
I be on the road
Take her home to my home
I'm gone, booted up
I be on the moon
I can't come through unless there's two
I had every girl but you
I go to the moon
Go to the moon
How you gonna talk you ain't got no Forgis
You ain't got no shoes on your shawty
That's crazy I can't have her out here naked
Pull up she wanna know I'm the greatest
She wanna come f*ck with a nigga that made it
Four seasons
Four seasons
Four seasons where ima go put us in
That's why she only call you on Saturday and Sunday the rest of the week she with me
Feel like Marc Cuban in my Cuban links (I made a way)
Give them what they want
You can call Fema my hurricane wrist going crazy
In the Bahamas
With Three little mommas
She want change told her change her ways
She wanna be in the mood
Told her I don't wanna feel today
She wanna chill with the crew
Times a gamble I got nothing to loose
I wanna go to the moon
Sliding on her, on her, on her
She wanna go to the moon
Writer: Jeremy Hobbs
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