Jay Critch - Moon Walkin lyrics

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch] b**h I be ballin' like KD I f** a b**h and her friends I think we did it again I been walkin' with them bands Hey, moon walkin' off a xan Ayy, f**ed a girl, she a fan She let me hit it on video My set gon' smell like a cheerio b**h I be ballin' like KD I f** your b**h off the gram Pull up in a Rari like damn Foreign ho from Japan Ayy, b**h I stick to the plan Remember I was juggin' for the grams Ayy, then we ran off with your pack Young n***a ran up a sack [Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch] Run it up, run it up Nasty b**h, f** her right on the furniture Paris ride in a Rari, foreigner f** a model b**h and I'm recording her She wanna f** 'cause I'm comin up Pull up in Rari's, no Hummer truck Ayy, b**h I be ballin' like Mike and 'em I got the bands, now she likin' him Yeah, took your b**h no pardon me, sorry Skateboard b**hes callin' me gnarly Diamonds flash like the paparazzi, yeah Big thirty, now them boys don't want problems Stepback, now that boy look like Harden Rich Forever, now my chain look like water, yeah [Chorus: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch] b**h I be ballin' like KD I f** a b**h and her friends I think we did it again I been walkin' with them bands Hey, moon walkin' off a xan Ayy, f**ed a girl, she a fan She let me hit it on video My set gon' smell like a cheerio b**h I be ballin' like KD I f** your b**h off the gram Pull up in a Rari like damn Foreign ho from Japan Ayy, b**h I stick to the plan Remember I was juggin' for the grams Ayy, then we ran off with your pack Young n***a ran up a sack [Verse 2: Famous Dex, Jay Critch, & Rich The Kid] Ah-Dexter, look b**h I be ballin' like KD Blockin' b**hes off the gram Naw I do not do no xans I like to draw on my pants Ice on my neck, colosseum Come get your girl, she be all in my DMs Sixteen, I was whippin' that BM She f**in' on me 'cause her man wanna be him I just might make her my BM Foreign b**h, she Korean I let her stay for the weekend Fifty K on a backend I get the money, them M&Ms I f** your b**h, she ain't in to him I'm ballin' hard above the rim Run up on me, put the blood on your Timbs Don't wanna bump me, got the guard on my hip She s**in' me up, I'm gon' cum on her lips Big choppers, I got guns like I'm Tip Ran off with that pack, hit the block, make it flip Big choppers like I'm Tip I'ma just nut on her lips Oh sh**, she got milk My homies be blood, and some of 'em crip [Chorus: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch] b**h I be ballin' like KD I f** a b**h and her friends I think we did it again I been walkin' with them bands Hey, moon walkin' off a xan Ayy, f**ed a girl, she a fan She let me hit it on video My set gon' smell like a cheerio b**h I be ballin' like KD I f** your b**h off the gram Pull up in a Rari like damn Foreign ho from Japan Ayy, b**h I stick to the plan Remember I was juggin' for the grams Ayy, then we ran off with your pack Young n***a ran up a sack [Verse 3: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch] Yeah, diamonds on me and they wet, splash Trap n***a, birds takin' a bath Whip a brick then I'm buying a Jag Hey, zip 'em up like Bathin' Ape Whip it up like we bakin' cakes Chop-chop it up, yeah shavin' weight We was broke, now we rich forever Too many diamonds, might break the bezel We got the money, might flex together She s** my dick on the dresser She give me brain like professors I'm a professional flexer And I ball, Michael Vick We was broke, now we rich Trap phone, hangin' up on the plug Rich n***a with a cup full of mud Xans on me, I been takin' the d** Bad b**h wanna f** with a thug Come too close, catch a couple of slugs Chain shining on me, now she fallin' in love You ain't grinding homie, you ain't gettin' no buzz Maserati, used to ride on the bus [Chorus: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch] b**h I be ballin' like KD I f** a b**h and her friends I think we did it again I been walkin' with them bands Hey, moon walkin' off a xan Ayy, f**ed a girl, she a fan She let me hit it on video My set gon' smell like a cheerio b**h I be ballin' like KD I f** your b**h off the gram Pull up in a Rari like damn Foreign ho from Japan Ayy, b**h I stick to the plan Remember I was juggin' for the grams Ayy, then we ran off with your pack Young n***a ran up a sack