To the moon Gonna be all right First class flight to the stars Don't you hesitate I'm gonna take you straight I'm going to the moon in style Are you ready to ride? I got a rocket in my pocket

Bitch I am up, bitch I am up Bitch I am huh, bitch I am up Thank you very much I'm way too good at this shit I don't even really gotta try no more Oh my God, Ronny Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh Bag from Margiela, uhh

Now throw your hands up in the sky Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma I'ma put shit down Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, I'm good Welcome to the good life 50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then

Shouldn't feel so far apart You can choose what you take Why you gotta break and make it feel so hard Watch you when you say What you are and when you blame Everyone, you broken king Watch you change the frame or Watch you when you take your aim At the

Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin' on, and on, and on Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on me Brian and Tony gold let the ladies know, they got it goin' on Hey sexy lady, I like your flow Your body's bangin', out of control (uh) You

Because she way out I've never seen her talk but I'm telling you she way out I've never seen her dance moves, dancing like she way out Moving but she just can't move She's definitely got the style on you With a face from a movie scene Or magazine, you

Because she way out I've never seen her talk but I'm telling you she way out I've never seen her dance moves, dancing like she way out Moving but she just can't move She's definitely got the style on you With a face from a movie scene Or magazine, you

Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying We never learn, we been here before It's a sign of the times We got to get away We got to, we got to (away)

I just arrived (I'm here) No way I'm goin' out sad (No way) That boy is my son (My yute) Copy my style? You're nuts (You're crazy) That means I am his dad (I'm pops) God knows I got it in the bag (The bag) Dem man are stayin' inside (Where?) Comin' like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt Midnight, you come and pick me up, no