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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Quavo
Vocals
WondaGurl
Programming
Dez Wright
Programming
Sadiki Forbes
Programming
Daniel Deleyto
Programming
808 Melo
Programming
Tyy Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Loblack
Songwriter
Ebony Oshunrinde
Songwriter
Sadiki Forbes
Songwriter
Daniel Deleyto
Songwriter
Tyrone Penman
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WondaGurl
Producer
5ive Beatz
Producer
Tyy Beats
Co-Producer
Dez Wright
Co-Producer
808Melo
Producer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Sage Skofield
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rose Adams
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Daniel Deleyto
Co-Producer
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer
Nate Alford
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon
You ain't cool, 'til I say you cool
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm on Venus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (that's why I say woo)
Yeah, yeah, are you dumb, look
You don't know what you started, I pop a Perc', go retarded
I got the drip, it came straight from the faucet
Mr. Dior-Dior, they know where it started, yeah
She wanna Netflix and chill, fuck off the pill
Go in the store, shop at Dior
Come to my crib, take all my shirts
Pop all 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
We pull up then live in the Cullinan
Welcome her to the party
The afterparty's afterparty, then party again
Hundred bitches, hardly any men
In my room is 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 sentenced
Stuck up in the jail (free all my niggas, yeah)
I could show you how to vibe, but I can't be ya man, no no
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
Yeah, Pop Smoke the woo
I play with the check and it's blue
We mobbin' and tyin', no shoe
You play with the group, we gon' shoot
He in Dior, I'm in Prada
We rich, we came from the bottom
I'm a Migo, I feel like a doctor
Goin' surgical with the new chopper
Five hundred thousand, I'm in flex mode
We got all the work, we make your trap close
Gang havin' loyalty, we ten toes
Nah, nobody givin' up, why would the gang fold?
We outside, we totin' them bangers
We not shootin' at strangers
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
We gonna make 'em famous
The beautiful country got stars and bangers
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
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Dez Wright, Andre Michael Loblack, Sadiki Forbes, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Tyrone Penman, Daniel Deleyto Roesner
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