Over The Moon ft. Damon Modarres, Kang, Daviid & Cole Price Lyrics

Just know I'm fucked up

If I don't leave the club

She like expensive drugs

Don't know where they came from

And I can taste it all

I got custom taste buds

This one is for my

Checklist

And I can't wait for it

(Wait for it)

If I go over the moon

(Shut the fuck up

Get your funds up)

I can't keep running to you

(Shut the fuck up

Get your funds up)

Okay

I do this shit for fun

It's been hours on the run

No games

I keep on sayin

I got one more day

And it's still gon' come

I focus on the love

But my love is in these drugs

And my love is in this stupid shit we do

But soon enough

They gon call

It's for me

I can't hear

I can't see

Loaded up

Faded love

And she know

What I need

We gon ball in this bitch

Said she want me in the worst way

I might fall for this bitch

I want all of this shit

Yeah

Just know I'm fucked up

If I don't leave the club

She like expensive drugs

Don't know where they came from

And I can taste it all

I got custom taste buds

This one is for my

Check list

And I can't wait for it

(Wait for it)

If I go over the moon

(Shut the fuck up

Get your funds up)

I can't keep running to you

(Shut the fuck up

Get your funds up)

I got this girl, she outta state, she gon come thru

It's not my fault— that I— made you comfortable

I've been this way

I've been this way since high school

Push you away

Push you away

Can't do this to you

Exes on exes I swear they really blowing me

When they call back it's how I know they really fuck with me

Too much on the line I see the light and don't know who to call

I'm on my stupid shit

That foolish shit gon end it all

If I go over the moon

(Shut the fuck up

Get your funds up)

I can't keep running to you

(Shut the fuck up

Get your funds up)

If I'm going down with the fire

I'm taking my gold

I'm tired but I'll never retire

Or hang up my soul

But I just spent some time with some model bitches

Fuck round I might pop them bitches

Tryna keep my balance

But this pussy got me challenged nigga

This no cash allowance figure (Yeah)

Gimme my diamonds and pearls

I'll travel the globe like Aladdin

The carpet is satin

I'll show you the uh

Prodigal fiend

Stuck in a money routine

Hundreds of bands it ain't nothing to me

It's funny to see

The niggas that's holding the can

The same ones that's hatin' on me

Just know I'm fucked up

If I don't leave the club

She like expensive drugs

Don't know where they came from

And I can taste it all

I got custom taste buds

This one is for my

Check list

And I can't wait for it

(Wait for it)

If I go over the moon

(Shut the fuck up

Get your funds up)

I can't keep running to you

(Shut the fuck up

Get your funds up)