[Produced By: HDxMulla]
[Intro: Nitemare]
Hahaha.....
High Definition Money
Get Ready
[Hook : Nitemare]
Welcome to my Future Trap
Extraterrestrial packs
Spaceships in front of the house
I'm shooting stars all in her mouth
Neptune stuffed under the couch
Pluto's the name for my Purple
My Alien hit my phone, now the whole block can start working
[Verse 1: Nitemare]
I told my block it's time to work it work it
Go 'head let the little homies do the serving
They gon' get high, so don't get nervous
This is for all of my n***as trying to make a purchase
I just took a Spaceship, came back to earth
Designer drug cooking got the city hurt
Them Aliens is happy cause we did the job
Full moon coke gonna' remove your jaw
I'm rolling Saturn rings in a big raw
Outter space trafficking I'm breaking laws
Told that b**h open her mouth so I can shoot my stars
Swag out of this world I got my shoes from Mars
Rolling off a comet I should probably stop it
That p**y is my galaxy when I'm inside it
Take off like I'm NASA I don't need a pilot
I'm just touchin' down with d** trynna' start a riot
Pills from Planet X that you ain't never finding
Diamonds in my chain from the Sun Shinin'
Super Nova strap and a Gun license
Ima' Live forever, motherf** the Mayans
[Hook : Nitemare]
Welcome to my Future Trap
Extraterrestrial packs
Spaceships in front of the house
I'm shooting stars all in her mouth
Neptune stuffed under the couch
Pluto's the name for my Purple
My Alien hit my phone, now the whole block can start working x2
[Verse 2: Tut Matic]
All this futuristic money I see in 3d
If it ain't high definition you can't see me
Flying round' the globe in my UFO
We don't wear diamonds no more we wear stars and moons
I'm riding with Neptune, make that b**h go boom
b**h I'm cosmic wave shawty I been fly since womb
Futuristic Pills I almost robbed Tomb
So if you got goons then I'll Rob your goons
My Blood pressure high but I don't never panic
b**h I'm so high, I can eat a planet
My Alien just came and dropped a super package
Got these b**hes on my Spaceship doin dirty dances
My dope come gla** packaged, no more dirty baggies
Motherf** the cops call me futuristic Matic
I pop an asteroid and let these b**hes have it
Shooting stars in her face, call it Cosmic Magic
Futuristic, Ancient Graphics, Hieroglyphic tatted
Hoes stuck like a magnet I be living lavish
And my b**h from outter space call her Sailor Moon
Got you wishing you could have it cause that b**h the baddest ( Matic )