Way 2 Cool lyrics

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
It's the rudest, it's the Ruler, in the booth with two hundred thousand
The kicks from the Draco split medulla oblongatas
Ten chains, I'm a gold member, I'm Austin Powers
Disgusting and musty, I really should bathe in money (Damn, like that, Joog?)
Chrome Hearts, diamonds roll bounce like Fiji water
Phineas and Ferb got a mop, don't be speakin' on me
Get to spellin' alphabets in this b*tch like I'm Keke Palmer
F&Ns knockin' trees down, you must be Goliath
I just put a switch on a switch, I'm wavy, baby
Voodoo, we cut heads off like crazy Haitians
Mei Ling takin' me shoppin', Rich Crazy Asians
Sidekick, I keep five pits when I'm reckless aimin'
Hollow tips cut the loose end, you play in my head
An opp mad I seen him clockin' out at Build-A-Bear
I saved California rap, you can thank me later
We put Jack in a box, turned his ass to a Baconator

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'm way too cool for this sh*t
I'm way too rude for this b*tch
A payment and my shooters make friends
Boy, don't make me have to do this again
But we just made a n*gga strip, he's a pole dancer
Chopper make a n*gga flip, get his phone after
Flu flammin' on the road, I'm a stove cracker
Cash money, bling bling, diamonds roll bouncin'
But I'm way too cool for this sh*t
I'm way too rude for this b*tch
A payment and my shooters make friends
Boy, don't make me have to do this again
But we just made a n*gga strip
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
It get greater later
My new b*tch a ninety-nine like created players
LV all on my shirt, but I ain't no Raider
Lil' bro in school pressin' sh*t like he staple papers
Old b*tch all on my di*k talkin' 'bout stranger danger
Cut the b*tch off, I went indie, but I ain't no Pacer
Yeah, made it out that jam, n*ggas very jelly
New push-to-start, no ignition, I ain't R. Kelly
Can't stand a bored-ass b*tch 'cause they very messy
b*tch beggin' me to put it in her like I'm Nelly
Need an AMBER Alert, she just snatched my children
Every time I see her, she just suck it like Maggie Simpson
I don't know, it's just somethin' 'bout when you smack a n*gga
Still doin' fraud while this million-dollar check still pendin'
Chip Skylark, I'm so shiny, them ratchets near him
When I said we playin' with them arms, it ain't action figures

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'm way too cool for this sh*t
I'm way too rude for this b*tch
A payment and my shooters make friends
Boy, don't make me have to do this again
But we just made a n*gga strip, he's a pole dancer
Chopper make a n*gga flip, get his phone after
Flu flammin' on the road, I'm a stove cracker
Cash money, bling bling, diamonds roll bouncin'
But I'm way too cool for this sh*t
I'm way too rude for this b*tch
A payment and my shooters make friends
Boy, don't make me have to do this again
But we just made a n*gga strip