Top Songs By The Cool Kids
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Cool Kids
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Ingersoll
Songwriter
A. Reed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Cool Kids
Producer
Chuck Inglish
Producer
Beat Butcha
Producer
Todd Cooper
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Darwin Derequito
Recording Engineer
Ryan Palma
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ay, new oou
Yeah
This a new club, that's a new dance
This is new money, that's a new plan
That's a new grip, these is new hands
This is new drums, got a few bands (It's yours)
Saran wrap, plastic
It's all wrapped in the plastic (It's yours)
New shit, no classic
It's all wra-, uh, uh
This a new piece of work
We don't step in the dirt
One, two, two, two
My shit so new, oh my shit so new
You in 2021, I'm in 2042
Everybody know my shit go through
Every time I type it in, it's like one, two
And I ain't gotta type too much
I'm with Big Bruno, he'll wipe you up
If you get to reaching and speaking greasy
I keep my word and deliver like Kiki
I hit a two step, paper like goosenecks
Money kinda long, you're ugly like Eustace
You should run along, you really want my two cents?
Pay me for a consultation up at Ruth's Chris
Yeah, yeah that's the shit I like
And if she thick enough, I put her on a bike
Yamaha or the Suzuki, yeah
I hit the gas, now I'm feeling on her booty, yeah
It's yours
This a new club, that's a new dance
This is new money, that's a new plan
That's a new grip, these is new hands
This is new drums, got a few bands (It's yours)
Saran wrap, plastic
It's all wrapped in the plastic (It's yours)
New shit, no classic
It's all wra-, uh, uh
Yeah it's up, but then again it's on the floor
That's game, and I ain't talking 'bout a court
What's the score, and I ain't talking 'bout a sport
It's like you got it or you don't
You can't buy it from the store, this the one
Yeah, and that's the rules
Copped the new blue joints and I vacuum seal 'em too
Fresh, but I can't let it drip
You niggas full of drip, 'cause it's a leak in your fit
That shit don't even fit, and I can't even go
You don't want the diamond tester anywhere near your throat
That's fasho, and two things that's for certain
Viking stove with a sauce pot and a burner on the grill
Smoking everything 'til it gets tender
It's gon' fall of the bone when I get on there with it
The same shit, new synonyms, word like pendulums
Gotta charge you for the dozen, even though it's only ten of them
Nigga
This a new club, that's a new dance
This is new money, that's a new plan
That's a new grip, these is new hands
This is new drums, got a few bands (It's yours)
Saran wrap, plastic
It's all wrapped in the plastic (It's yours)
New shit, no classic
It's all wra-, uh, uh
It's yours
Writer(s): Eliot Dubock, Evan Arman Ingersoll, Antoine Amari Reed
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