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