Cool, Calm & Collected (Explicit) - Pressa/Swae Lee
Lyrics by:Quinton Gardner/Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown/Mario Herrera
Composed by:Quinton Gardner/Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown/Mario Herrera
Produced by:Peso Peso
Ooh
Yeah
I don't
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 **** do that
Playin' my position top one **** 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' **** up her hairpiece hairpiece
Yeah yeah yeah
Pass me that ************* light
Please light green
Yeah yeah yeah uh
Park it up uh
First one spark it up spark it up
Pocket stuffed stuffed one more
Dollar bill they gon' bust it
Buns enough the hatin' you did
It wasn't enough 'nough
**** that talkin' tough because
That **** speaks for itself yeah
I could go to Toronto with Pressa yeah
My ***** 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 **** do that
Playin' my position top one
**** 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
Collected cool
Runnin' up a check ***** check
Bricks of that c*****e 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 **** 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' *** baby
I've been workin' in the stu'
Like **** the club baby club
I told her fly and tell it easy
It's that God gave
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 **** do that
Playin' my position top one
**** 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