Cool MF (Version 2)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, T-Pain]
I'm in this bitch with a hundred girls (Oh)
Lookin' like you from another world (Oh)
Now they big mad (Big mad)
Now you broke-broke and your bitch mad
What you gon' do with it?
Chain too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work)
Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tell that bitch to lose my number (Hey)
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker

[Verse 1: Lil Pump, Chris Brown, T-Pain]
I just dropped like twenty on some Louis (On some Louis)
Spent about three hundred on my jewelry (Ooh, yeah)
So much water on me, I'ma need a buoy
Pisces, throw it back like a goddamn coochie, yeah
New Ferrari coupe, yeah, it's matte black (Ferrari)
Bitch, give me some head like a top hat, woah (Top hat)
Flooded out the AP, where the time at? (Where the time at?)
Bitch, your whole fit cost about a dime bag (Dime bag)
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, yeah (Racks)
So much money, I'm still eatin' off of last year (Brrat, ooh)
When the Rollie comin'? 'Cause my pinky froze (Pinky froze)
Love my mixed bitch like I love my two-tone (Brr)
Sip another cup 'til there's none left (Ooh)
Bench press the money, that's a hundred reps (Yeah)
Feelin' like I'm Diddy, hoppin' out the jet
I can't hear these broke niggas, better say less, psssh (Oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, T-Pain]
I'm in this bitch with a hundred girls (Oh-)
Lookin' like you from another world (Oh)
Now they big mad (Big mad)
Now you broke-broke and your bitch mad
What you gon' do with it?
Chain too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work)
Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tell that bitch to lose my number (Hey)
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker (Breezy, hey, hey, hey)

[Refrain: Chris Brown]
Oh, turn the lights down, let her shine now, yeah (Yeah)
She wanna get piped down, I'ma tell her, "Okay," (Tell her, "Okay")
'Til the sun down, girl, it's goin' down, yeah (Yeah)
Tell that bitch to lose my number
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie, T-Pain]
Two fifty on the dash, so they probably miss me, huh
How come you can chuck me? You in the six-speed, huh
Trust me, you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Widebody hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fuck, used to call you my bestie (Yeah)
Would you rather fashion over old Givenchy? (Yeah)
It's okay, you'll be okay
Look, you know how I'm comin', it ain't trickin' if you got it
You could use my budget and I promise I won't finish until you start cummin'
You could use my love
If you use my number, you can lose my number
She rock Mike Amiri's so you know I fuck her
Rockin' fly shit only, she get all that from me
She like her Moncler furry, Louis V her luggage
Showin' off in public and she know I love it (Hey, hey, hey)

[Refrain: Chris Brown]
Oh, turn the lights down, let her shine now, yeah (Yeah)
She wanna get piped down, I'ma tell her, "Okay," (Tell her, "Okay")
'Til the sun down, girl, it's goin' down, yeah (Yeah)
Tell that bitch to lose my number
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker