Cool MF (Version 1) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Pump & 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 might need a pool
Pisces, throw it back like a goddamn cooch, yeah
New Ferrari coupe, yeah, it's matte black (Ferrari)
b*tch, give me some head like a top hat, woah (Top hat)
Flooded out the AP, where the time at? (Where the time at?)
b*tch, ya 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 b*tch like I love my two-tone (Brr)
Sippin' another cup 'til there's none left (Ooh)
Bench press the money, that's a hundred reps (Yeah)
Feelin' like I'm Diddy, hoppin' off the jet (Yum)
I can't hear these broke n*ggas, better say less, psssh (Uh-uh)

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
I'm in this b*tch with a hundred girls (Uh-uh)
Whip lookin' like it's from another world (Ooh)
Now they big mad (Big mad)
Man, you broke-broke and your b*tch sad
What you gon' do 'bout it?
Chain too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work)
Got some brain in the Chevy, threw her purse out (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tell that b*tch to lose my number (Hey)
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherf*cker, esskeetit (Hey-hey-hey)
I'm the sh*t right now (Now)
I don't give a f*ck who she with right now, I'ma hit it (Hey-hey)
She wanna come and swim in the money
She know I ain't givin' her money
She ain't tryna sit back down (Down)
Eighteen shots, got 'em lit right now (That's a litty)
She tryna get that water, she thirsty
di*k her out, kick her out through attorney (b*tch)
[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
Around my neck, Gucci link (Ooh)
My cup muddy, it's pink (It's pink, yeah)
Woah, got a hundred on my wrist (Woah)
And I'm still f*ckin' on your b*tch (On your b*tch, woo)
Watch, gon' hear no tick-tock (Tick-tock)
I just want the head, I need no lip lock (Need no lip lock)
She dancin' on the money, doin' hopscotch (Brr)
With the mouth full of pills like some pop rocks (Like some pop rocks)
Damn, I ain't been broke in a minute (Woo)
Married to the money, need a tuxedo fitted (Yeah)
I should be the new blue hundred, yeah, I print it (Ooh)
Jumped in the pus*y, did it backstroke swimmin' (Yeah)
Still, I could never love a thot (Huh?)
I bought that hoe a bar, what your b*tch want? (What your b*tch want?)
All this jewelry got me lookin' like a Coy pump (Woo)
Spend it all, lil' n*gga, keep your group on (Keep your group on, brr)