[Chorus]
I really don't drink, but I'm in my mood
These diamonds is pink, but some of em blue
Fuck the police, give a fuck bout a rule
I'm in a bimmer naw this not a coupe (nahhh)
I'm not a singer but I'm in my mood
Fuck bout a bill, spent a grip on my shoes
A lot on my mind but this shit ain't good news
A lot on my mind but this shit ain't good news
A lot on my mind I ain't thinking bout you (nahhh)
Come smoke dis backwood and don't fuck up the mood
Get my first chain i'ma shine like the moon
GV the gang and you know we can't lose
Pop me a perc i'ma walk on the mood
Yeah, floatin' my ass to the moon
Yeah, floatin' my ass to the moon
Yeah, floatin' my ass to the moon
(Straight to the moon)

[Verse 1]
I hit and erase her
I got purple and yellow like Lakers
Bring yo bitch around me i'ma take her
Ooo hit the mall
Ooo ima ball like the Pacers
Told that bit come over do me a favor
Ooo up the Glock
Yeah bro gotta Glock with the lazer
Hunned bands inside my jeans, hunned round in the Beam case
He think dis shit sweet aye (Hunned bands!)
I put dat bit on the lean and i put her on beans
Turned that hoe to a fein ayee (Lean)
I fell in love with the percs, I can not give a lil thotty a ring ayy
I can tell you what I'm worth
I'm fuckin' that bitch in my St. Laurent Jeans ayy
I took that bit off the street, Fuck with GV then you know its defeat ayyyye (GV GV)
They do not understand me, listen to me
I'm just feelin the beat ayy
Told her come suck on my meat
Told that lil bitch come get on her knees ayy
I ain't know you was freak
Hit from the back and she off the bean
Sippin' on Wockhardt, this no Hennessy
In a hotbox its gone get hard to breathe
Light a backwood, pass that shit like disease
I hit from the front, I make that hoe cream
Walk out Saks fifths in some St. Laurent Jeans
Yeah I see codeine when I piss (What!)
I told em to look at my wrist (What!)
That muhfucka look like a brick

[Chorus]
I really don't drink, but I'm in my mood
These diamonds is pink, but some of em blue
Fuck the police, give a fuck bout a rule
I'm in a bimmer naw this not a coupe (nahhh)
I'm not a singer but I'm in my mood
Fuck bout a bill, spent a grip on my shoes
A lot on my mind but this shit ain't good news
A lot on my mind but this shit ain't good news
A lot on my mind I ain't thinking bout you (nahhh)
Come smoke dis backwood and don't fuck up the mood
Get my first chain i'ma shine like the moon
GV the gang and you know we can't lose
Pop me a perc i'ma walk on the mood
Yeah, floatin' my ass to the moon
Yeah, floatin' my ass to the moon
Yeah, floatin' my ass to the moon
(Straight 2 the moon)