Aim for the Moon (Original)

[Intro: Pop Smoke]

(Yeah, haha) Shoot for the stars (Woo), aim for the moon

You ain't cool (I'm feelin' treeshy), 'til I say you woo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Oh), yeah, yeah (I'm on Venus)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (That's why I say woo)

Yeah, yeah, are you dumb? Look (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke & Quavo]

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 (Oh)

She wanna Netflix and chill, fuck off the pill

Go in the store, shop in Dior (Oh)

Come to my crib, take all my shirts

Pop all my Percs and sleep in my drawers

You talkin' too much, baby, pour up a four

We both bust a nut, now leave mе alone

When we in Miami, wе stay at the Mondrian (Oh)

We pull up to LIV in the Cullinan

Welcome her to the party

The afterparty's afterparty, then party again (Oh)

Hundred bitches, hardly any men (Oh)

In my room is where the party began

Then take a flight to Bora Bora, it's time to catch a tan, look (Woo)

I said free all 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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh-huh (No, no, yeah)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Quavo]

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

[Verse 2: Quavo]

Yeah, 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? (Ooh)

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 (Grrah)

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 bangers (Stars)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke, Pop Smoke & Quavo]

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