Last Memory

MonstaBeatz Chorus Woke up this morning can't remember nothing Two bitches just flew in from London Two bitches Last thing I remember they callin' me daddy The mattress was covered in money In hunnids Went to sleep with my jewelry and chains on Had to wake up and recount the money Recount it I got a bitch, she gon' kill for real Talk about Clyde and Bonnie Brr Post-Chorus Coupe with the kit, cop it Got to Pull up with a stick, stop it Stop it Rich nigga shit, solid Rich nigga Old hunnids, pockets rotted Cottage I go to space with the stars Stars Might smoke a blunt with my pilot Cookie Saturn, Moon, Earth, and Mars Mars NASA takeoff with the rocket NASA Verse Half a million on a necklace A half Young rich niggas we successful Successful Said she wanna feel special She what That coco make her feel special Coco I count a hunnid or better One hunnid Back in two hunnid or better Two hunnid I might go put all my chains on Ice I just might change up the weather Change it She pop a perc, her pussy wetter Drip I met the bitch at Coachella Coachella Is she Nutella She probably do better But can I get a E for effort E I prayed to God to wash my sins God Nothing formed against me, not a weapon No weapon Ask Him where do I begin Where Devil tryna take my blessings My blessings They don't know the meaning of the white Naw You don't really live this life No Niggas in the hood shootin' twice Pew pew See my niggas in the hood shoot precise Brr Real wise, we ain't taking no advice Naw I realize that these hoes ain't right All of 'em Don't even ask, 'cause they know what's the price Price Ain't gotta snow, they already know it's white White I talk to God cause I been baptized Baptized I got mob ties to the nawf side Nawf side Pull up with the sticks on the niggas, straight slime Skrt-Skrt They gon' make the nawf side high crime Nawf Better not hit a lick with these niggas droppin' ten Huh Hit a lick with these niggas droppin' dimes Fuckin' on her friend I'ma break her back in Smash Lookin' at the watch I can't waste time T-T-Takeoff Chorus Woke up this morning can't remember nothing Two bitches just flew in from London Two bitches Last thing I remember they callin' me daddy The mattress was covered in money In hunnids Went to sleep with my jewelry and chains on Had to wake up and recount the money Recount it I got a bitch, she gon' kill for real Talk about Clyde and Bonnie Brr Post-Chorus Coupe with the kit, cop it Got to Pull up with a stick, stop it Stop it Rich nigga shit, silent Rich nigga Old hunnids, pockets rotted Cottage I go to space with the stars Stars Might smoke a blunt with my pilot Cookie Saturn, Moon, Earth, and Mars Mars NASA takeoff with the rocket NASA