Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pressa
Pressa
Performer
Swae Lee
Swae Lee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Gardner
Quinton Gardner
Composer
Khalif Brown
Khalif Brown
Composer
Mario Herrera
Mario Herrera
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peso Peso
Peso Peso
Producer
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Mixing Engineer

Testi

[Verse 1]
Cool, calm and collected (Collected)
Countin' up a check just to run through it (Run through it)
Hatin' on another man, nah, we don't do that shit
Playin' my position, top one, fuck a top ten
Pourin' up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)
[Verse 2]
High speed in foreign cars, we playin' (Playin')
Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank, tank (Gas tank)
I'm tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)
No trust, I know they two-faced
[Verse 3]
A13 to the 305 in Miami
Shawty gon' come out her panties (Panties)
Good pipe gon' fuck up her hairpiece (Hairpiece)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pass me that motherfuckin' light, please (Light green)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Park it up (Uh)
First one, spark it up (Spark it up)
Pockets stuffed
One more dollar bill, they gon' bust
It wasn't enough, the hatin' you did, it wasn't enough
Fuck that talkin' tough because that shit speaks for itself (Yeah)
I could go to Toronto with Pressa (Yeah)
My bitch, she calm in a lecture (Lecture)
We're slidin' around, presidential
[Verse 4]
Cool, calm and collected (Collected)
Countin' up a check just to run through it (Run through it)
Hatin' on another man, nah, we don't do that shit (Do that)
Playin' my position, top one, fuck a top ten (Ten)
Pourin' up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip
[Verse 5]
High speed in foreign cars, we playin' (Playin')
Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank (Gas tank)
I'm tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)
No trust, I know they two-faced
[Verse 6]
Cool, calm and collected (Cool)
Runnin' up a check, bitch (Check)
Bricks of that cocaine, heavily invested
She fell in love with us oh, and herbal essence
Brand-new Glock put him nighty-night (Night)
Ain't do no wrestlin'
Audemar, it's a plain Jane (Plain), and it's a classic (Classic)
Couldn't cross me 'cause Press Machine, he ain't Catholic
Certify this trap shit (Trap)
Trip to Miami (Trap)
Bricks in the Camry
Hunnid shots when I win my Grammy
I'm in the club and I'm with Swae
She asks me where my neck, I told her, "It's a hunnid K"
I'm sellin' drugs, baby
I've been workin' in the stu' like fuck the club, late (Club)
I told her, "Fly and tell me yeen see gifts that god gave" (God)
[Verse 7]
Cool, calm and collected (Collected)
Countin' up a check just to run through it (Run through it)
Hatin' on another man, nah, we don't do that shit (Do that)
Playin' my position, top one, fuck a top ten (Ten)
Pourin' up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)
[Verse 8]
High speed in foreign cars, we playin' (Playin')
Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank, tank (Gas tank)
I'm tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)
No trust, I know they two-faced
[Verse 9]
I'm in the club and I'm with Swae
She asks me where my neck, I told her, "It's a hunnid K"
Written by: Khalif Brown, Mario Herrera, Quinton Gardner
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