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ca$h out – me so cool lyrics

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[intro]

[verse 1: ca$h out]
aye!
thirty-six o’s wrapped up
vacuum seal them brickies.(i wrap the bricks up)
play wit’ money, deal with consequences
we gone k!ll lil’ ricky
half a brick worth of cash man
came wit’ all my britches (got bricks in that car)
her last n-gga was a lame man
gotta mold my b-tches (i mold my b-tches up)
i-i ride with extensions (i ride with the clip)
i smoke on extensions (i smoke on the long way)
i don’t ride the benches (i don’t ride the wood)
i’m up in the trenches (i’m up in the skrr skrr skrrr)
you know what i’m whippin’
that fish scale came through the mail (fish scale came through the mail)
iced out all my crosses mane, i’mma give ’em h-ll (i’mma give ’em h-ll)

[hook: ca$h out]

drop my cool (drop my top)
all this ice got me feelin’ cool (got me feelin so cool)
bad b-tches got me feelin’ cool (me so cool)
all this ice got me feelin’ cool

me so cool. [4x]
drop the top got me feelin’ cool (me feelin’ cool n-gga)
bad b-tches got me feelin’ cool
me so cool

[verse 2: problem]
good everywhere (problem!)
can’t keep me out the loop (can’t keep me out the loop)
on or off the court, (on or off the court)
i’m like jordan with the hoop (swish, buckets!)
nothing’s free-man, (nothing’s free man)
but it’s morgans in my coupe (you see her)
go enormous when i swoop (enormous when i swoop)
gas it ’til it poot (skrrrtttt!)
smash off to the clientele
and get her half off (half off)
hold it (hold it)
‘fore i go i gotta make sure i drop her -ss off (b-tch, get out!)
business & pleasure don’t mix (no, no)
b-tch don’t be smackin’ your lips (no, no!)
f-ck that ho, it’s my world (my world)
drop her off then call her homegirl
diamond lane, the gang imperial

[verse 3: yakki divioshi]

[talking]:
(sheeeesh!)
“that’s a fool one there, problem. (d-mn!)
now they really got a problem, yakk steady
yakkaveli, check out my yakk-mentary
f-ck you tahmbout (gmg)
hold up! (get it!)”

twenty-five hundred on christian loub’s. (what!?)
red bottoms got me feelin’ bool (n-gga what!?)
if i ever go in slime mode (whooooooo!)
f-ck your grind mode
every n-gga food (stayin’ true)
they said i act like a innertube
f-ck it! gone fill the block wit’ the pressure
eighty thou on a compressor
n-gga try, i apply pressure
and my daddy had white chicks for under seventeen like a chester (he was workin’ & workin’)
he whip it and whip it
then smash on the block like a pedal (now he servin’, he servin’)
j’s at the door like “he finished yet?”
(i tell ’em “nah, calm down keep it cool”)
black, the j, say “can i get ’em yet?”
(i’m like “nah, balm down keep it bool”)

[hook: ca$h out]

drop my cool (drop my top)
all this ice got me feelin’ cool (got me feelin so cool)
bad b-tches got me feelin’ cool (me so cool)
all this ice got me feelin’ cool

me so cool. [4x]
drop the top got me feelin’ cool (me feelin’ cool n-gga)
bad b-tches got me feelin’ cool
me so cool

[verse 4: ca$h out]
send a shooter, make him drop the ticket
in the kitchen, tryna whip a bricky (aye)
extra drum for them k’s (skrr skrr skrrr)
straight drop for the place (straight drop)
lakewood, clear nile, pink city
trap housing for days (i know where my trap is)
how the f-ck these n-ggas say they shooters? (aye)
i know where they stay (i’ll run up on you n-gga)
boy i’m playin’ round with the roc
like i signed with hova (signed with jay)
bricks in the sofa, choppa by the sofa
broke jumpin’ over; mafia, cosa nostra (cosa nostra)
body language, i know he snitchin’
just watch how that boy approach ya
seventeen thousand on choppas
i’m feelin’ like sosa (feelin’ like sosa)

[talking]:
“yeah. you heard me, seventeen on choppas n-gga
that’s nothin’ n-gga (no, no, no, no)
that was the back end n-gga (just getting started mane)
that was the back end n-gga (kitchens & choppas)
i told you n-ggas (kitchens & choppas)
yeah n-gga, extra ten thousand on bullets n-gga (kitchens & choppas)
what’s up n-gga, warfare n-gga
let’s get it n-gga”

kitchens and choppas
send a n-gga to the doctor
black phantom, godd-mn!
b-tches singing like the opera (they singin’ to me, they singin’)
they be like “why the h-ll you ridin’ round with the tommy?” (ride wit’ that monkey nut)
boss b-tches wit’ me, yummy (yummy yummy)

[verse 5: yummy pearl]
[talking]:
“boss! they ain’t talking ’bout sh-t
boss b-tch, you heard him (been had money)
ain’t known for talking sh-t
but i’mma talk my sh-t anyway (y.e.)
i get cash in just by cashing out n-gga (lil jamaica)
p-ss me the blunt! nah, f-ck that sh-t
i’m goin’ in” (pay attention)

even though i’m no stoner
medusa head on her (whoo whoo!)
i’m a rich b-tch wit’ no deal (whoa)
ain’t got no worries, i’m chill (whoa)
all of my n-ggas brought steel (whoa, whoa)
drink wit the seals
b-tch i get money so f-ck how you feel (f-ck it)
i’m living lavish don’t do no footwork
but i’m known in the city for gettin’ that cash in (boss sh-t)
boss b-tch (boss b-tch)
double bs up but don’t bang n-gga
b-tch sold dope but don’t slang n-gga (sold dope)
never seen fly ’till i came n-gga
i put the beam on your head f-ck aim n-gga (red dot)
and i never have issues with b-tches
concerning their dudes (swerve)
nine times out of ten
he went down & he tried to pull out
and i told him “i’m cool, i’m cool”
me don’t pull up
me don’t give s-x
me gotta finesse and run up a check
these cats in my crew got ’em feelin’ so cool (we cool?)
so many red bones so they calling us bool (we bool)
can’t rep the red cause my money too blue
it take a few racks just to walk in these shoes
my hair is pink and my p-ssy is too
muhf-cka who you?
i’m yummy, you new
’till then step ya bars up (lil b-tch)

[hook: ca$h out]

drop my cool (drop my top)
all this ice got me feelin’ cool (got me feelin so cool)
bad b-tches got me feelin’ cool (me so cool)
all this ice got me feelin’ cool

me so cool. [4x]
drop the top got me feelin’ cool (me feelin’ cool n-gga)
bad b-tches got me feelin’ cool
me so cool