Ayy, za gon' fly me to the moon like Frank Sinatra
Ball out baby, I hop inside of the charger
I go money crazy when I see a couple dollars
Same bag, gotta hustle like my father
Gold hair bitch, she gon' get a dimond collar
I don't mean to hate you, baby, I'm a lover
Do some f*cked up shit to me and then it's over
I'm in love with drugs, baby, I hate being sober
I'ma call the plug, there's some dope he comin' over
Tell your bitch I'm free, I'm gon' f*ck then I stole her
Ayy, za gon' fly me to the moon like Frank Sinatra
Ball out baby, I hop inside of the charger
I go money crazy when I see a couple dollars
Same bag, gotta hustle like my father
Gold hair bitch, she gon' get a dimond collar
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Ayy, za gon' fly me to the moon like Frank Sinatra
Ball out baby, I hop inside of the charger
I go money crazy when I see a couple dollars
Same bag, gotta hustle like my father
Gold hair bitch, she gon' get a dimond collar
I don't mean to hate you, baby, I'm a lover
Do some f*cked up shit to me and then it's over
I'm in love with drugs, baby, I hate being sober
I'ma call the plug, there's some dope he comin' over
Tell your bitch I'm free, I'm gon' f*ck then I stole her
Ayy, za gon' fly me to the moon like Frank Sinatra
Ball out baby, I hop inside of the charger
I go money crazy when I see a couple dollars
Same bag, gotta hustle like my father
Gold hair bitch, she gon' get a dimond collar
Ball out baby, I hop inside of the charger
I go money crazy when I see a couple dollars
Same bag, gotta hustle like my father
Gold hair bitch, she gon' get a dimond collar
I don't mean to hate you, baby, I'm a lover
Do some f*cked up shit to me and then it's over
I'm in love with drugs, baby, I hate being sober
I'ma call the plug, there's some dope he comin' over
Tell your bitch I'm free, I'm gon' f*ck then I stole her
Ayy, za gon' fly me to the moon like Frank Sinatra
Ball out baby, I hop inside of the charger
I go money crazy when I see a couple dollars
Same bag, gotta hustle like my father
Gold hair bitch, she gon' get a dimond collar
Writer: Berny Flores
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