If they shootin' on the hill then I’m-a stay home 
Heard your boy was snitchin' on the payphone 
He calling the jakes, he fuck with State Farm 
All these other bitches were just made wrong 
You need some fire I got gas, just throw my tape on
I been in the business since day one 
I flipped a hundred packs, and I ain't ate one
Now I need a plate to cut my cake on 

Chorus x2
[Bitch I'm on the mothafuckin moon, oh boy 
You ain't hangin' with the fuckin crew, oh boy]

I got J's and K's and L's like I'm the alphabet 
I trap out the townhouse, you should see this shit
I stay with the baby like I'm good with kids 
Now I'm cashin' out like I got poker chips 
I been in the drop 
We to the spot now
I just copped an ounce
That fuckin’ Pacquiao
I’m a chop it down 
Pass all my baggies out
Oh you know the sound 
Only fuckin’ with the loud 
Chorus x2
[Bitch I'm on the mothafuckin moon, oh boy 
You ain't hangin' with the fuckin crew, oh boy]