Cool Girl (feat. Baer)

Twenty-four bands and a bad bitch You think that you have it Pretty little thing's gonna burn you Glitter in my drink like a savage I stay for a habit Pretty little face I'ma show you Roll up in your Ferrari but you can't come to the party I roll up in a hot box, smoke one, five shots Baby I got my own don't really care about what you think Boy no thank you I don't need you to buy me a drink You're fucking with a cool girl I'ma play a cool girl, cool girl Money in the bank doing magic Get paid for the status Hundred dollar change when it come through Paper in my bag fuck the plastic They call me a classic Everything you hear bet it's all true Roll up in your Ferrari but you can't come to the party I roll up in a hot box, smoke one, five shots Baby I got my own don't really care about what you think Boy no thank you I don't need you to buy me a drink You're fucking with a cool girl I'ma play a cool girl, cool girl Rubber bands in my hair Glitter on my lips Bands in my hair Glitter on my lips Rubber bands in my hair Glitter on my lips Bands in my hair Glitter on my lips I got my own don't really care about what you think Boy no thank you I don't need you to buy me a drink You're fucking with a cool girl