The Fuccbois - Moonlight

$100,000 bottle of wine, have a taste
Spending money like I'm taking Puff out on a date
Keep cash on me, boi, I be making that cake
But I didn't forget from where I came
From humble beginnings as the training video say
Hustling 9-5, grinding that minimum wage
Counting down the time to my motherfucking break
There weren't enough brooms in the world I could scrape
To live out my dreams, now I got the triple beam
Started collecting some cream
But I started hitting my own supply
A fiend getting high, fucking with googly eyes
'Til an art critic came and gave my shit a try
Now I'm on top of the world
Feel like I could fly
Stopped getting high
Used the art money to fund
My latest venture now It's the studio I try
Getting by
Selling dope on the side
Tryna get a new rock for my sister Sam
And my bride
I got real problems and commitments bro
Life's moving fast, I ain't with the slow
Star
I'm coming and I'm changing it, I'm making it better
I'm making your bitch bite down on my sweater
We got invited to a party, we fucking up shit
We drinking everything, we getting lit
We dancing in the moonlight
We leaving when it feels right
We got on diamond shoes, man they're fucking tight
My grill's hella nice
Don't ask for the price
And you know I'm chill as ice
Get outta my way
All of y'all are fake
This room is so fucking full of snakes
Gotta pass the torch to my good friend
Yung Thicc Boi
Yung
Thicc
Boi
Busting shit up
Cuz I'm the Yung Thicc Boi
These are my signature ad-libs
Here we go
Green Money
Bitch honey
I'm so funny
Cuz now I got Money
Bitch bois running
45 have sunny
Crip bois gunning
Blood bois I'm gunning
Cuz I'm a Yungin
Thicc Boi
And
I didn't write this on paper
All I get is the paper
Albums up in the skyscraper
Waiting to be released later
Don't talk to me if you's a hater
Yung
Thiccity Boi
Yung Thicc Boi

Written by:
Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter

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