Kev the Topic - Shooting Star (feat. Blackway) Lyrics

I might mess around and hit a lick lick
Told my fam if that should happen then we lit lit
None of my woddies finna be famished
All of my real ones finna live lavish
If I got it then you got it don't you trip
Get the chips yeah
Make it flip yeah
Cop more drip yeah
Yeah
More than enough to go around
On my mama if I bubble I'm a be her shooting star
Now make a wish

I stay cooking up classics
Should be on top like an attic
They thought I couldn't keep up without them
They should have informed them
The young boy a maverick
All that money, got to bag it
That's why I can't ever stay static
Got to keep roaming and I ain't even catholic
I got to keep it in motion cuz time is impatient
Won't wait up for nobody man
They treat it like it's impossible
I got the guts man I'll pull up where nobody can
Just point to the cash
Now watch me sprint up, snatch it
I keep all my goals in check
Wherever bank roll on the radar I'll cash it
I'm trying to cop it for mumz without checking the tag
And we ain't getting any younger
Got no time to lag
Soon as I blow I'm Santa Claus ho
I can't even brag
That's why I'm still something like my high school pamphlets
I have been in my bag bitch

I might mess around and hit a lick lick
Told my fam if that should happen then we lit lit
None of my woddies finna be famished
All of my real ones finna live lavish
If I got it then you got it don't you trip
Get the chips yeah
Make it flip yeah
Cop more drip yeah
Yeah
More than enough to go around
On my mama if I bubble I'm a be her shooting star
Now make a wish

They been capping
We don't talk we make things happen
So the money counter stay sounding like
About a million birds with their wings flapping like frrrrr
Put it into it
I bought the table, what you bring to it
Might spend a night with your fiancé cause it sound good
Got a ring to it
Pool side with y'all bitch
My whole crew dive in that shit
She caught you lying
But she cooled down when she woosah'd on my dick
Still got shooters all on alert
They just wait for me to say when
I go out of town to get paid
Come back into town to pay them
I'm the goat, girl I know
Chale make you no call my phone
You can't walk a mile in my shoes
Speaking of shoes what the f*ck are those
With my guys scheming
Hit a lick, split a grip
On my visine shit, nigga look up and see the drip
F*ck is y'all saying

I might mess around and hit a lick lick
Told my fam if that should happen then we lit lit
None of my woddies finna be famished
All of my real ones finna live lavish
If I got it then you got it don't you trip
Get the chips yeah
Make it flip yeah
Cop more drip yeah
Yeah
More than enough to go around
On my mama if I bubble I'm a be her shooting star
Now make a wish