Prettifun Moon And The Stars Lyrics

[Chorus]
(pretti)
If I gave you the moon and the stars, would you stay?
I can't even get into it, that shit odd anyway
Caught my heart like a ball, you just hoggin' away
Huh, real nigga back, get the bullshit out the way (pretti)

[Verse]
Is she really your wife, or she there for her pay cut?
Niggas' girls like my story, hm, I can't say much
Only the bros was there for me when this shit got tough (H-h—)
Last year, I was in love for money (H-h—), now I make too much
Huh, I'm grateful (Okay)
I ain't been pickin' up the phone 'cause my plate full (My plate full)
Deleted IG 'cause these niggas broke and hateful (Broke and hateful)
I don't try to talk with these hoes, guess I just got pull (I just got pull)
This shit be awesome (Real awesome), I heard your new shit flopped (Yeah)
Know how that feel, that's why YCDL ain't drop (Yeah, yeah)
Wanted to quit this shit, but Ken said I can't stop (Can't stop)
"Huh, give it time, nigga, you could have the game on lock" (Game on lock)
This shit comin' from the soul, I feel like a god (God)
Been doin' shit that you ain't know, but I can't talk (Can't talk), and I won't talk (Won't talk)
Wearing Dior, Prada, and the Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
Shit was gettin' real, had to put my life on pause (Life on pause)
Don't know how to deal with death, still miss my grandma (Grandma)
I was losin' my mind, had to dye my hair blond (Hair blond)
Young nigga, when you get your bread, please don't spend it all (For real)
Be careful how you make your bed, it could all fall (Down)
I seen it (Down)
Niggas like pretti so much, they try to be him (On God)
Huh, be like me so much, wanna be my BM (Oh yeah, huh) I don't get how you niggas lustin' off a DM
I been gettin' high all day for 20, it's just me and twin (Pfft)
Guns in the house all day, don't spray, please aim for the fence
Huh, your bitch-ass hittin' on girls, nigga, what you doin'? (p*ssy-ass nigga)
Same boy that clutched his pearls, when we seen him (p*ssy-ass nigga, yeah)
Huh, big three, two, one, I'm high up (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga ran with my style, that's no diff' (Yeah, yeah)
But you do this shit all wrong, need some coachin' (Yeah, yeah)
And ain't nobody know yo' shit y'all promoting (Nah)
End of the day, gone tomorrow, I don't trip on you niggas, sorry (Sorry)
Got a chip on my shoulder, that, that made me go way harder
No debate, I'm the f*ckin' GOAT, I don't give a f*ck who the top is
I don't got to try to be the topic, and I'm not takin' no offense (No, no, no, no)
And niggas be showin' fake tickets (No, no, no, no)
Just to get in the venue (Yeah)
Tell 'em to hold they breath (Yeah, what you droppin'?)
'Bout to drop Pretti Loves U 2
Pretti Loves U 2 (2, 2, ooh)
Pretti Loves U 2 (2, 2, ooh)
Pretti Loves U 2, huh, Pretti Loves U 2, yeah

[Chorus]
If I gave you the moon and the stars, would you stay?
I can't even get into it, that shit odd anyway
Caught my heart like a ball, you just hoggin' away
Huh, real nigga back, get the bullshit out the w—
If I gave you the moon and the stars, would you stay?
I can't even get into it, that shit odd anyway
Huh, real nigga back, get the bullshit out the way
Huh, real nigga back, get the bullshit out the w— (pretti, kill yourself)