Cranberry Moonwalk B.o.B (Ft. Mike Fresh)

[Hook: Mike Fresh]
If we're gonna smoke, gotta do it out a jar
If we're gonna ride, gotta drop the top on the car
I pull over to the side, you don’t mind if I play my guitar
We’re just starin at the stars tryna figure out who we are
Oh cranberry moonwalk
Cranberry moonwalk

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
This shit amazing, 17 chips gotta calculate it
Paid for tuition, that’s a graduation
Killin through the presidents, that’s assassination
Uh I smoke a half a acre
Bang that bitch in her baby maker
Look, I ain’t no baby maker
She was hanging so tight I had to amputate her like uh
I got shit to do
Ball up, pour up, twist a few
But hey I’ve been runnin' this shit so long
I’mma fuck around and blow out a hip or two
Like uh, that’s a workout
She twerk so hard, she done twerked out
And I swear this freak bitch ride my wave so long
She know how to surf now

[Hook: Mike Fresh]
If we're gonna smoke, gotta do it out a jar
If we're gonna ride, gotta drop the top on the car
I pull over to the side, you don’t mind if I play my guitar
We’re just starin at the stars tryna figure out who we are
Oh cranberry moonwalk
Cranberry moonwalk