Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Pressa
Künstler:in
Swae Lee
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Quinton Gardner
Komponist:in
Khalif Brown
Komponist:in
Mario Herrera
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Peso Peso
Produzent:in
Sage Skolfield
Mischtechniker:in
Sean Solymar
Mischtechniker:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
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
Playin' my position, top one, fuck a top ten
Pourin' up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
Park it up (Uh)
First one, spark it up (Spark it up)
Pockets stuffed
One more dollar bill, they gon' bust
It wasn't enough, the hatin' you did, it wasn't enough
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
High speed in foreign cars, we playin' (Playin')
Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank (Gas tank)
I'm tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)
No trust, I know they two-faced
[Verse 6]
Cool, calm and collected (Cool)
Runnin' up a check, bitch (Check)
Bricks of that cocaine, heavily invested
She fell in love with us oh, 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 where 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, late (Club)
I told her, "Fly and tell me yeen see gifts that god gave" (God)
[Verse 7]
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)
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
I'm in the club and I'm with Swae
She asks me where my neck, I told her, "It's a hunnid K"
Written by: Khalif Brown, Mario Herrera, Quinton Gardner
