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Rich the Kid - Moon Walkin' Lyrics



Rich the Kid - Moon Walkin' Lyrics
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[ Featuring Famous Dex, Jay Critch ]

Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck a bitch and her friends
I think we did it again
I been walkin' with them bands
Hey, moon walkin' off a Xan
Ayy, f*cked a girl, she a fan
She let me hit it on video
My shit gon' smell like a Cheerio
Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck your bitch off the 'Gram
Pull up in a 'Rari like damn
Foreign ho from Japan
Ayy, bitch I stick to the plan
Remember I was juggin' for the grams
Ayy, then we ran off with your pack
Young nigga ran up a sack

Run it up, run it up
Nasty bitch, f*ck her right on the furniture
Paris ride in a 'Rari, foreigner
F*ck a model bitch and I'm recording her
She wanna f*ck 'cause I'm comin up
Pull up in 'Rari's, no Hummer truck
Ayy, bitch I be ballin' like Mike and 'em
I got the bands, now she likin' him
Yeah, took your bitch no pardon me, sorry
Skateboard bitches 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

Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck a bitch and her friends
I think we did it again
I been walkin' with them bands
Hey, moon walkin' off a Xan
Ayy, f*cked a girl, she a fan
She let me hit it on video
My shit gon' smell like a Cheerio
Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck your bitch off the 'Gram
Pull up in a 'Rari like damn
Foreign ho from Japan
Ayy, bitch I stick to the plan
Remember I was juggin' for the grams
Ayy, then we ran off with your pack
Young nigga ran up a sack

Bitch I be ballin' like KD
Blockin' bitches 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*ckin' on me 'cause her man wanna be him
I just might make her my BM
Foreign bitch, she Korean
I let her stay for the weekend
50K on a backend
I get the money, them M&Ms
I f*ck your bitch, 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 run up on me, got the gun my hip
She suckin' 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'mma just nut on her lips
Oh shit, she got milk
My homies be Blood, and some of 'em Crip

Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck a bitch and her friends
I think we did it again
I been walkin' with them bands
Hey, moon walkin' off a Xan
Ayy, f*cked a girl, she a fan
She let me hit it on video
My shit gon' smell like a Cheerio
Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck your bitch off the 'Gram
Pull up in a 'Rari like damn
Foreign ho from Japan
Ayy, bitch I stick to the plan
Remember I was juggin' for the grams
Ayy, then we ran off with your pack
Young nigga ran up a sack

Yeah, diamonds on me and they wet, splash
Trap nigga, 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 suck 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 nigga with a cup full of mud
Xans on me, I been takin' the drugs
Bad bitch wanna f*ck 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

Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck a bitch and her friends
I think we did it again
I been walkin' with them bands
Hey, moon walkin' off a Xan
Ayy, f*cked a girl, she a fan
She let me hit it on video
My shit gon' smell like a Cheerio
Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck your bitch off the 'Gram
Pull up in a 'Rari like damn
Foreign ho from Japan
Ayy, bitch I stick to the plan
Remember I was juggin' for the grams
Ayy, then we ran off with your pack
Young nigga ran up a sack
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Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck a bitch and her friends
I think we did it again
I been walkin' with them bands
Hey, moon walkin' off a Xan
Ayy, f*cked a girl, she a fan
She let me hit it on video
My shit gon' smell like a Cheerio
Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck your bitch off the 'Gram
Pull up in a 'Rari like damn
Foreign ho from Japan
Ayy, bitch I stick to the plan
Remember I was juggin' for the grams
Ayy, then we ran off with your pack
Young nigga ran up a sack

Run it up, run it up
Nasty bitch, f*ck her right on the furniture
Paris ride in a 'Rari, foreigner
F*ck a model bitch and I'm recording her
She wanna f*ck 'cause I'm comin up
Pull up in 'Rari's, no Hummer truck
Ayy, bitch I be ballin' like Mike and 'em
I got the bands, now she likin' him
Yeah, took your bitch no pardon me, sorry
Skateboard bitches 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

Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck a bitch and her friends
I think we did it again
I been walkin' with them bands
Hey, moon walkin' off a Xan
Ayy, f*cked a girl, she a fan
She let me hit it on video
My shit gon' smell like a Cheerio
Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck your bitch off the 'Gram
Pull up in a 'Rari like damn
Foreign ho from Japan
Ayy, bitch I stick to the plan
Remember I was juggin' for the grams
Ayy, then we ran off with your pack
Young nigga ran up a sack

Bitch I be ballin' like KD
Blockin' bitches 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*ckin' on me 'cause her man wanna be him
I just might make her my BM
Foreign bitch, she Korean
I let her stay for the weekend
50K on a backend
I get the money, them M&Ms
I f*ck your bitch, 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 run up on me, got the gun my hip
She suckin' 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'mma just nut on her lips
Oh shit, she got milk
My homies be Blood, and some of 'em Crip

Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck a bitch and her friends
I think we did it again
I been walkin' with them bands
Hey, moon walkin' off a Xan
Ayy, f*cked a girl, she a fan
She let me hit it on video
My shit gon' smell like a Cheerio
Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck your bitch off the 'Gram
Pull up in a 'Rari like damn
Foreign ho from Japan
Ayy, bitch I stick to the plan
Remember I was juggin' for the grams
Ayy, then we ran off with your pack
Young nigga ran up a sack

Yeah, diamonds on me and they wet, splash
Trap nigga, 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 suck 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 nigga with a cup full of mud
Xans on me, I been takin' the drugs
Bad bitch wanna f*ck 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

Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck a bitch and her friends
I think we did it again
I been walkin' with them bands
Hey, moon walkin' off a Xan
Ayy, f*cked a girl, she a fan
She let me hit it on video
My shit gon' smell like a Cheerio
Bitch I be ballin' like KD
I f*ck your bitch off the 'Gram
Pull up in a 'Rari like damn
Foreign ho from Japan
Ayy, bitch I stick to the plan
Remember I was juggin' for the grams
Ayy, then we ran off with your pack
Young nigga ran up a sack
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Writer: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Dexter Gore
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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Performed By: Rich the Kid
Featuring: Famous Dex, Jay Critch
Length: 4:10
Written by: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Dexter Gore

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