Shooting Stars Video (MV)

(Time gon' pay off)
(Time gon', time gon pay off)
Yeah
Aim for the shooting stars
Bad bitches, they know who we are
Hit Rodeo in a foreign car
I guess the narcs is tryna hit me off
But I get that work in
Time gon pay off
Time gon, time gon pay off
Time gon pay off
Time gon, time gon pay off
Aim for the shooting stars
Bad bitches, they know who we are
Hit Rodeo in a foreign car
I guess the narcs is tryna hit me off
But I get that work in
Time gon pay off
Time gon, time gon pay off
Time gon pay off
Time gon, time gon pay off
Yeah, shawty got Gucci and I got the Louie
We stuntin' but I want Dior
Countin' blue strips that's the hunnits on hunnits
A problem and we kicking doors
Never such thing as having too much money
Lil nigga so I need some more
Ain't famous, just playing my role
Something bout' this I can't let go
But this shit gon' pay off
I promise this shit gon' pay off
My momma told me stop wasting my time
In these streets, can't have no days off
And I live for the moments like this
To be on my shit, yeah we goin' way up
With this money invest in my kid
Invest in the biz, yeah we going way up
Go way up
(Yeah)
Aim for the shooting stars
Bad bitches, they know who we are
Hit Rodeo in a foreign car
I guess the narcs is tryna hit me off
But I get that work in
Time gon pay off
Time gon, time gon pay off
Time gon pay off
Time gon, time gon pay off
Aim for the shooting stars
Bad bitches, they know who we are
Hit Rodeo in a foreign car
I guess the narcs is tryna hit me off
But I get that work in
Time gon pay off
Time gon, time gon pay off
Time gon pay off
Time gon, time gon pay off
And I feel like I go all day
Aim for the shooting stars in my own way
I promise if I lose my mind, be there to guide me
I'm chasin' paper that's my grind, stop feeling salty
Imagine this rap shit didn't even exist nigga
Wonder what could've happened
If you wouldn't use your gift nigga
(Damn, what coulda happened?)
I been stuck in my ways, this happened before so don't trip nigga
(Don't trip nigga)
Diamonds hit nigga when they jump out the face that's that shit nigga
New whips nigga so ahead of you dawg
Green lights for all my shooters and all
I done beat a couple court cases
Call me John Gotti
Or Dmoney my dawg
See, I do what I want, you do what you can
Mvm the team, the label my dawg
Chained up in this bitch
Yeah we all turn up like a disco and all
(Yeah)
Turn on the hookah, it's bout to get lit in here
Free all my guys out the slamma
They put all the flyers up
Feds tryna wire us
No Thor but I keep my hammer
Sexy bitch, yeah freaky dancer
Knowing me, I ain't got manners
Sexy bitch, yeah freaky dancer
Knowing me, I ain't got manners
(Time gon' pay off)
(Time gon', time gon pay off)
(I done beat a couple court cases
Call me John Gotti
Or Dmoney my dawg)