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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
WondaGurl
WondaGurl
Programming
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Programming
Sadiki Forbes
Sadiki Forbes
Programming
Daniel Deleyto
Daniel Deleyto
Programming
808 Melo
Programming
Tyy Beats
Tyy Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Loblack
Andre Loblack
Songwriter
Sadiki Forbes
Sadiki Forbes
Songwriter
Daniel Deleyto
Daniel Deleyto
Songwriter
Tyrone Penman
Tyrone Penman
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Songwriter
Ebony Oshunrinde
Ebony Oshunrinde
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WondaGurl
WondaGurl
Producer
5ive Beatz
5ive Beatz
Producer
Tyy Beats
Tyy Beats
Co-Producer
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Co-Producer
808Melo
808Melo
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Sage Skofield
Sage Skofield
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rose Adams
Rose Adams
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Daniel Deleyto
Daniel Deleyto
Co-Producer
Barrington Hall
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer
Nate Alford
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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