Takeoff – Last Memory Lyrics

Last Memory

Takeoff

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"Last Memory." - Takeoff

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 05:44 pm

Album: The Last Rocket

Track No: 05

Woke up this morning, can't remember nothing
Two bitches just flew in from London (Two bitches)
Next thing I remember, they calling me, "Daddy"
The mattress was covered in money (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
Talking 'bout Clyde and Bonnie (Brrt)
Coupe with the kit, cop it (Got to)
Pull up with the stick, stop it (Stop it)
Rich **** shit, solid (Rich ****)
Old hunnids, pockets rotted (Cottage)
I go to space with stars (Stars)
Might smoke a blunt with my pilot (Cookie)
Saturn, Moon, Earth, and Mars (Mars)
Master Takeoff with the rocket (Master)
Half a million on the necklace (Half)
'Young Rich ****', we successful (Successful)
Said she wanna feel special (What?)
That cocoa make her feel special (Cocoa)
I count a hunnid or better (One hunnid)
Backend 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)
If she knew, tell her she prolly do better
But can I get a E effort? (E)
I prayed to God to wash my sins (God)
What could form against me?
Not a weapon (No weapon)
I ask 'em, "Where do I begin?" (Where?)
Devil tryna take my blessings (Blessings)
They don't know the meaning of the white (Nah)
You don't really live this life (Nope)
**** in the hood shoot twice (Pew, pew)
Said, my **** in the hood shoot precise (Brrt!)
Real wise, we ain't taking no advice (Nah)
I realized 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 right (White!)
I talk to God 'cause I been baptized (Baptized)
I got mob ties to the Nawfside (Nawfside!)
Pull up with the sticks on them ****, straight slide (Skrrt-skrrt)
They gon' make the Nawfside high-crime (Nawf)
Better not hit a lick with these **** dropping ten (Huh?)
Hit a lick with these **** dropping dimes
Fucking on her friend, I'ma break her back in (Smash)
They can make the watch, I can't waste time
(Take, Take, Takeoff)
Woke up this morning, can't remember nothing
Two bitches just flew in from London (Two bitches)
Next thing I remember, they calling me, "Daddy"
The mattress was covered in money (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
Talking 'bout Clyde and Bonnie (Brrt!)
Coupe with the kit, cop it (Got to)
Pull up with the stick, stop it (Stop it)
Rich **** shit, solid (Rich ****)
Old hunnids, pockets rotted (Cottage)
I go to space with stars (Stars)
Might smoke a blunt with my pilot (Cookie)
Saturn, Moon, Earth, and Mars (Mars)
Master Takeoff with the rocket (Master)

Writer(s): Daryl Harleaux, John Fitch & Kirshnick Ball.

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