To The Moon Gunna

[Intro]
Mmmm, mmmmmm
(-Makers)
(Run that back, Turbo)

[Chorus]
I walk through the rain to buy [?] diamonds for you
He ain’t even a stain, I got it polished, brand new
Uh, I can’t even explain the pain that I put you through
Can’t believe what they say because they don’t know the truth
Uh, I copped the 'Ventador 'cause it only fit two
My neck be lookin' for Mars and put stars in my roof
Keep my bitch to par, new Dior for her shoes
Hop in that luxury car and then we [?] to the moon

[Verse 1]
Keep my bitch [?] ride that dick like a broom
Two weeks solid she kept my trust, that ain’t easy to do
I pop my shit, don’t care if we fuss, she ain’t ready to go
She suckin' that dick and with head, shе’s an NFL pro
They can’t compare, we way ahеad, we ain’t keepin' the sco'
I ain’t switch up, I got my bread, so you judgin' me mo'
I got two cups that’s filled with red if I sound a lil' slow
Get rich and take care of your fam', that’s all that she wrote
Get rich, take care of your fam', that’s all that we know
Don’t go outside on the 'Gram, man that’s all that I [?]
[?] don’t turn to a hoe
Can’t stop on my own, she know I ain’t broke