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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

Lyrics

Ooh Yeah, uh 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) 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 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, uh Park it up (uh) First one, spark it up (spark it up) Pocket stuffed, one more dollar bill, they gon' bust it Buns enough, the hatin' you did, it wasn't enough ('nough) 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 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) 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 Cool, calm and collected (cool) Runnin' up a check, bitch (check) Bricks of that cocaine (coke), heavily invested She fell in love with Turso 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 what 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, baby (club) I told her, "Fly and tell it easy, it's that God gave me" (God) 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) 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 I'm in the club and I'm with Swae She asks me what my neck, I told her, "It's a hunnid K"
Writer(s): Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Quinton Armani Gardner, Mario Herrera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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