Moment (feat. Wiz Khalifa) - KYLE

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) PFL (PFL) A million ways, I only need one A million moments, I only need one No fear on my body, no, I don't feel none (No fear on my body, no, I don't feel none) My swagger is different, no stop 'til I'm done Just look at my eyes, you'll see I'm the one A million reasons, I only need one (A million reasons, I only need one) Yeah, yeah I'ma put it in the work every day (work every day) Yeah, yeah I'ma go hard when I'm center stage (when I'm center stage) Yeah, yeah To get to the top, I gotta take risks (gotta take risks) Yeah, yeah, yeah Fight for your spot, that's how champs are made (champs are made) Do what it takes to survive A million reasons, but there's only one reason why I waited most of my life I know that you only get one shot, I'm makin' it mine (mine) Hustled hard, paid the price (price) A million reasons, I'ma shine I took the chances, made it right I never sleep, I gotta grind A million ways, I only need one A million moments, I only need one No fear on my body, no, I don't feel none (No fear on my body, no, I don't feel none) My swagger is different, no stop 'til I'm done Just look at my eyes, you'll see I'm the one A million reasons, I only need one (A million reasons, I only need one) Yeah, yeah I'ma put it in the work every day (work every day) Yeah, yeah I'ma go hard when I'm center stage (when I'm center stage) Yeah, yeah To get to the top, I gotta take risks (gotta take risks) Yeah, yeah, yeah Fight for your spot, that's how champs are made (champs are made) Do what it takes to survive A million reasons, but there's only one reason why I waited most of my life I know that you only get one shot, I'm makin' it mine (mine) Hustled hard, paid the price (price) A million reasons, I'ma shine I took the chances, made it right I never sleep, I gotta grind A million ways, I only need one A million moments, I only need one No fear on my body, no, I don't feel none (No fear on my body, no, I don't feel none) My swagger is different, no stop 'til I'm done Just look at my eyes, you'll see I'm the one A million reasons, I only need one (A million reasons, I only need one) (A million reasons, I only need one) (A million reasons, I only need one)

It's that moon rock shit You gotta mix this with some regular OG Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy Cum in a bitch and I go crazy Spend all these racks and I go crazy Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180 This how the lord made me Drop the top and start sun bathing Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked Got all my side hoes frustrated This the life I waited on Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone I don't know what you been waiting on All that I know is that I been waiting long I ain't waiting to get no lone Provolone on top of provolone Mobile phone on top of mobile phone I don't know what you niggas smokin' on Pull my closet got a OS tell Mobile home on top of mobile home I go to sleep with a rollie on I start my car with remote control Get so much pussy I go to sleep with a condom on Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck I'm the king of the city I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece I'm pourin' that gin in a simply You niggas so fake need assembly I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me Fuck I'ma do wit this money But walk in the club and start stuntin' Push all my old bitches buttons Came up from nothin' to something Tell her take the stick, don't run from me There's some for you, there's some for me So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me All that bullshit is up under me Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed All of this cash that's another thing Black and yellow like a bumblebee Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli So went and got me a milli Now I want me a billi I don't think I have a ceiling I can come thru with no ceiling I give a fuck how you feeling I can tell you how you lookin' Nigga you ain't used to winnin' Had the chickens missing winters In Miami, Mr. Winner Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner Maison Margiela killer Got a heart of a killer Take the pussy, I'll kill it What up Tip? What up Killa? Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling Bang bang bang You know your lips Taste like champagne Yeah, your kiss is bittersweet I be addicted to your taste Boom, boom, boom My flower only bloom for you It be us against the world Ride or die straight to my tomb One, two, three, do you got me? Your love is like a drug You fill me up with anxiety A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling I need a ride or die chick You need a real man Lately I been on some shit And you been down real bad Anytime you hit my phone I usually answer Used to make you happy Now I don't know what you mad for You used to be my one and only Now you act like you don't know me Say you got some things to show me Baby, tell me where we're going Telling me what I should've did Now I'm gone, can't handle it And no, I ain't wrong for that Now I let all this paper stack up I'm sorry I played you to the left But all of this money's on my mind Girl, you know how the game go You let 'em, they'll do it every time I want you to take care of yourself And doing your best when you shine I want you to live your life So don't even wait on me, girl Sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling We cruising in the pink G-Waggy This is my house like You can call me daddy We out here loud We only smoking fatties You got the green, the lean You got the addy One, two, three, so chilly Come with me, we light up the tree A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Sugar in my bloodstream I'll rip your heart out smiling

Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (yeah) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Go, it's your birthday I might throw a couple bands in the worst way Told them hoes to sit down, you in first place Wait hold on... hey... hey... I came here for pussy in the first place (ayy) Come here, now, fuck me, now Wipe me down, not a sound Not a peep, not a tweak Silent bitch, she don't speak Court side to my feet Front row seat, smokin' OG Rollie on me, 40 on me 80 on me, a hundred on me Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake Ooh, bitch, I'm the mothafuckin' man Niggas holdin' onto it, I'ma spend a hundred grand Always smokin' on the drugs, smell the KK when I land I'm a fuckin' rockstar, rockin' for my own band Straight drop up out the pan, bitches call me Cam Told her what's the deal, now she stickin' to the plan Money to the ceilin', nigga it's lookin' like a fan I can't even name how many gears that I ran shit Hope you understand it Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop its your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga

Got it on smash Got it on smash Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch Like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate Bought that Wraith fresh off the Lot, that bitch ain't even got no plates I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face How the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play They taking shots like, Plaxico I'm riding waves in, Mexico You bitches gassed like, Texaco Ain't bout that bag, no hemaphone Make sure your money match a mouth before you ever talk at me And if you want me to pull up Just know I'ma need a feet (yah!) Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch Like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah) Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah) Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy Hit my phone up for a quickie, no shade but I'm picky Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it I be rolling tropical weed up I be on a flight with my feet up I get on the track and I eat it up Get her in the bed, I beat it up Bang, I get the bitch and I change her Got you bringing weed on the plane Everywhere, they throwing up gang (hahahaha) Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch like me, He ain't rich enough, rich enough (ah, no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah) Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah) Oh My God Biggest bitch ever!