Shooting Star Lyrics

She don't believe in shooting stars

But she believes in shoes and cars

A new whip in ya new garage

A new bitch for ya new Minaj

When i think of warning her

I keep my 2 cents in my pocket

And buy more of ya

We stuck on

Tryna make a trip to La or it's Florida

I know ya heart is cold is ice

Warm up

Let's keep on going on up

I bought the cheese

And i bought the weed

I came to my senses

My heart on my sleeve

I knew I'd be good

I knew I'd be great

She only want fetti

She hate when I'm late

I gotta new watch

And i got a new fetish

You ain't talking money so we gotta dead it

You bring it back up that's a zombie a corpse

They keep on kidding

I gotta abort em

He ain't with set then i got extort him

They say the cooler i got come see

Flash on nighttime bright that's me

Flashing lights

Quick hide my weed

No charge I get this for free

You like how i keep it g

You know it's only one v

Throw my 2s up catch some Z's

Yea she want a bag to match the drop

Check the tag it's too high

I keep telling you I'm on my way

One thing she know is lies

And i just caught a whole new

Wave she wan go for the ride