Is You Cool?
That boy Cassh going crazy
Drumma Boy
Ayy
Too rare to compare, Brazilian hair
Look pretty with makeup, pretty in bare
These bitches be hating, the reason is clear
A bitch really pressure, I stay in the mirror
I stay with some munyun, stay with a big purse
Know when to bet on his pockets, I come first
He like me best with no panties and big shirts
I keep a eater
Level on expert
I know I'm fine but don't call me dime, nigga, hmm, yeah
Call me a hundred, 'cause that's how I keep it
Pussy only thing leaking
I be moving top secret
Face like an angel, timing on demon
Ass moving by itself like a Ouija
Niggas is on me, niggas is fiending
I'm pulling these bitches' cards like a reading, hmm
Ho, is you cool?
Damn, ho, is you cool?
Say you don't like me but do what I do
Damn, ho, is you cool?, hmm
Ho, is you cool?
Damn, ho, is you cool?
Like, damn, bitch, what the fuck?
Didn't you say when you see me it's up and it's stuck?
I need a 6'7 nigga come and put it in my gut (Uh)
Put it in the truck (Uh)
Peanut butter guts
On some white girl shit, let him put it in the trunk
Roll a hundred dollar bill, sniff the pussy like a bump
Boom
I'm the rich nigga in the room
Before I walk in, everybody gotta move
I'ma show you lame-ass bitches how to ball
I'ma show you how to take a nigga to the hoop
Don't you wanna hop jets with a bad bitch?
You ain't tired of fucking with them hoes with no bag yet? (Yet)
Fine shit, every nigga tryna smash that (Ah)
Don't be surprised if I ask where the cash at (Mwah)
I don't know who these hoes be feeling like
I'm checking temps, is you cool?— Oh, aight
It's always a mad bitch calling bitches mad
Talking bout where they was, never where they at
