Takeoff - 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