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Yeah, haha Shoot for the stars, aim (Woo) for the moon You ain't cool (I'm feelin' treeshy), 'til I say you cool Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Oh), yeah, yeah (I'm a fiend) 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 retarded I got the drip, it came straight from the floss It's the Dior, Dior, they know where it started, yeah (Oh) She wanted Netflix and chill, fuck off the pill Go in the store, shop at Dior (Oh) Come at my crib, take off my shirts Poppin' my Percs and sleep in my draws You talkin' too much, baby, pour up a four We both bust a nut, now leave me alone When we at Miami, we stay at the Mondrian (Oh) We pull up to leave in the Cullinan Welcome her to the party, the after-parties (Oh) The other party and party again A hundred bitches, hardly any men (Oh) In my Rolls, where the party began Let's take a flight to Bora Bora, it's time to catch a tan, look I said free up my niggas that's set to stuck up in the jam (Free all my niggas, yeah) I could show you how to vibe but I can't be ya man, yeah, uh Letras de cancionesNo, 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, yeah Yeah, yeah (Skrrt skrrt), yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Skrrt skrrt), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Skrrt skrrt), yeah, yeah Yeah, Pop Smoke the woo (Pop) I play with the check and it's blue (Blue) We mobbin' and tyin', no shoot (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 (Grrra) 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 niggas gon' hang ya Look at them young niggas goin' crazy, crazy Man, them niggas too dangerous (Crazy) We gonna make 'em famous, the beautiful country, got stars and spangles (Stars) Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon You ain't cool 'til I say you cool Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania