Текст песни Moxy! - Pryce

Yea white on white, yea
Woah, white on white this not no rental
I just—damn
He did some lame shit I can't forgive him
Uh turn me up a little, yea yea just a little
Fucked on her she caught the rhythm
Yea, yea
Couldn't be no second fiddle
Guess who got that dog in him
Stack that money to the ceiling
She know I'm a born sinner
She know I got eyes for her, hoes out in California
Meet me at the Moxy baby, Ima drop a couple hundred
She told me to leave it in
But baby I ain't no sperm donor
They could never son a nigga
Nah I ain't got no big homie
This shit came with benefits I said it be a long summer
Racking up them Skymiles stepped out in them Yeezy runners
Go, go, go
Go, go, go troubled boy
Some shit I just can't avoid
I might have to fucking do it
Damn, hoes in that black truck go crazy
Keep a ten around me it's entertaining
In this bitch I got a 99 rating
Might fuck up on his bitch if he start hating ya
We going mach 10, we got options
Yea I'm out my body, they better call somebody

Yea huh, yea random shopping spree, what you want?
Girl I'm an anomaly yea I'm all alone
Damn I just dropped my hoe I'm trynna take you home
Vetement on my body like I'm walking in Milan
Yea yea yea
I just booked my flight damn I love my life
I'll tell you the truth, and I'll tell a lie
Birthday on the 9th, know what's on my mind
Know I'm on that time, know it's on the line
Fuck it we could run it up fuck it we could swipe
I just dipped off in the foreign for some peace of mind
She know half my life, I ain't living right
And these botches get to choosing I might have to bite
Imma have to see it through I might take your advice
I could never be a fool nah it can't fly
I be hearing what they saying through the grapevine vine
Out of my body, better call somebody
She been acting naughty, she not law abiding
She trynna run my pockets, I can't beef about it
I gotta watch my back, I'm not just anybody

Woah, white on white this not no rental
I just—damn
He did some lame shit I can't forgive him
Uh turn me up a little, yea yea just a little
Fucked on her she caught the rhythm
Yea, yea
Couldn't be no second fiddle
Guess who got that dog in him
Stack that money to the ceiling
She know I'm a born sinner
She know I got eyes for her, hoes out in California
Meet me at the Moxy baby, Ima drop a couple hundred

She told me to leave it in
But baby I ain't no sperm donor
They could never son a nigga
Nah I ain't got no big homie
This shit came with benefits I said it be a long summer
Racking up them Skymiles stepped out in them Yeezy runners

Yea that's cool
That's cool that's smooth