(Yeah, haha) Shoot for the stars (Woo), aim for the moonYou ain’t cool (I’m feelin’ treeshy), ’til I say you coolYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah (Oh), yeah, yeah (I’m on Venus)Yeah, yeah, yeah (That’s why I say woo)Yeah, yeah, are you dumb? Look (Ooh)You don’t know what you started, I pop a Perc’, go retardedI got the drip, it came straight from the faucetMr. Dior-Dior, they know where it started, yeah (Oh)She wanna Netflix and chill, fu** off the pillGo in the store, shop at Dior (Oh)Come to my crib, take all my shirtsPop all my Percs and sleep in my drawersYou talkin’ too much, baby, pour up a fourWe both bust a nut, now leave me aloneWhen we in Miami, we stay at the Mondrian (Oh)We pull up then leave in the CullinanWelcome her to the partyThe afterparty’s afterparty, then party again (Oh)Hundred bi**hes, hardly any men (Oh)In my room is where the party beganThen take a flight to Bora Bora, it’s time to catch a tan, look (Woo)I said free up my ni**as that’s sentenced, stuck up in the jail (Free all my ni**as, yeah)I could show you how to vibe, but I can’t be ya man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Uh-huh (No, no, no, yeah)Shoot for the stars (Shoot, shoot, shoot)Aim for the moon (For the moon)You ain’t cool (You ain’t cool), ’til I say you cool
Yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeahYeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)Yeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeahYeah, Pop Smoke the woo (Pop)I play with the check and it’s blue (Blue)We mobbin’ and tyin’, no shoe (Tie)You play with the group, we gon’ shoot (Shoot)He in Dior, I’m in Prada (Prada)We rich, we came from the bottom (Rich)I’m a Migo, I feel like a doctor (Migo)Goin’ surgical with the new chopper (Grrah)Five hundred thousand, I’m in flex mode (Yeah)We got all the work, we make your trap close (Trap)Gang havin’ loyalty, we ten toes (Ten)Nah, nobody givin’ up, why would the gang fold? (Yeah)We outside, we totin’ them bangers, we not shootin’ at strangers (We outside)Say what you wanna say, long as it ain’t us ’cause my ni**as gon’ hang ya (Grrah)Look at them young ni**as goin’ crazy-crazy, man, them ni**as too dangerous (Crazy)We gonna make ’em famous, the beautiful country got stars and bangers (Stars)Shoot for the stars, aim for the moonYou ain’t cool ’til I say you coolYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah