That’s Cool lyrics

[Intro]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh) Uh

[Chorus]
New bag, double C’s (That’s cool, yeah)
Straight to the bank, guaranteed (That’s cool, ow)
Make a n*gga beg, pretty please (That’s cool)
Make him spend his cheese, Mickey D’s (That’s cool)
I’ma always get the bag, that's fasho (That's true)
Funny but I'm freaky on the low
Baby mama coochie, no baby mama tho
Yeah, you got the hustle, but you gotta have the flow

[Verse 1]
Santana in this b*tch, watch out
VIP lit, lil’ b*tch get out
I see some gangsta's in this b*tch, pop out (Pop out)
They gettin’ money over there, rock out (Aye)
b*tch, I'm outside (Yeah), what we doin’ (Ow)
That n*gga drunk, he think he scrеwin’ (Hehe)
You see them ballеrs, they pursuin’
Instagram lit, lil’ b*tch keep viewin’ (Yeah)
I'm doin’ it good, I'm doin’ it well
I'm showin’ my ass, I'm givin’ 'em hell
pus*y voodoo, got him under the spell
Yeah, I got the sauce, but the sh*t ain't for sell (Nah)
If you broke, you can miss me wit it (Bye)
Big boss sh*t, I ain't finna deal with it (Nah)
I just hit a lick, me and Mitch gon’ split it
Trizzy on the track, yeah, the beat gone kill it (Aye)
[Chorus]
New bag, double C’s (That’s cool, yeah)
Straight to the bank, guaranteed (That’s cool, ow)
Make a n*gga beg, pretty please (That’s cool)
Make him spend his cheese, Mickey D’s (That’s cool)
I’ma always get the bag, that's fasho (That's true)
Funny but I'm freaky on the low
Baby mama coochie, no baby mama tho (Yeah)
Yeah, you got the hustle, but you gotta have the flow (Mm)

[Verse 2]
Now, I ain’t even suppose to be in here tonight
But all the ballers in this b*tch (Ooh)
Rockin’ my hips from the left to right
The baddest b*tches in my clique (Ah, ah)
What you see (Yeah), is what you get (Mm)
What you touch, is what you spend (Yeah)
Gotta make dollars, I’on got cents (Nah)
There the n*gga go, there the n*gga went (Bye)
Cool lil’ b*tch, money good, pus*y tip top
Iced a b*tch down, then I skated, call him drip drop
Make my own lane cause these b*tches be too flip flop
Please don't act bad, lil’ b*tch you can get got
Girl he love me, b*tch you buggin’
Drop the pin, lil’ b*tch he comin’, yeah
n*ggas too commercial, you won't see it on me
I ain't Mr. Clark, n*gga, ain't no lean on me
[Chorus]
New bag, double C’s (That’s cool, yeah)
Straight to the bank, guaranteed (That’s cool, ow)
Make a n*gga beg, pretty please (That’s cool)
Make him spend his cheese, Mickey D’s (That’s cool)
I’ma always get the bag, that's fasho (That's true)
Funny but I'm freaky on the low
Baby mama coochie, no baby mama tho (Yeah)
Yeah, you got the hustle, but you gotta have the flow (Mm)

[Outro]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)