Playin It Cool lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm in Amiri, ain't rockin' no Ksubis
n*gga we ain't savin' these hoes, we ain't stupid
b*tch tryna f*ck me, I'm playin' it cool
His hoe wan' f*ck me, I'm playin' it cool
Ran up my money, I'm playin' it cool
I bought them diamonds, I'm playin' it cool
Sippin', I'm noddin off, she think I'm rude
They don't get money, them lil' n*ggas stupid
I'm out in traffic, I'm swaying the coupe
Ferrari Spider, his b*tch out the roof
Pass them big racks to my twin when I'm through
Ain't selling out, that's some sh*t I can't do
Sell out the show, and then f*cked on some groupies
I remain the same, n*gga, know I stay true
No, I ain't change up, but I'm still improving
And she think she the one, all these hoes be delusional

[Verse 1]
Know that my money insane, I don't know what to do with it
These n*ggas asking to lick, and she know what to do with it
It's a new day, I woke up in a new city
(It's a new day, I woke up in a new city)
Hittin' his hoe from the back, now we making a movie
I don't do capping, yeah, f*ck all the bullsh*t
Doing all that capping, get hit with the full clip
[Verse 2]
Way outta space, I'm too geeked
Yeah, I don't want her if she ain't a freak
None of these hoes is for me, ha
Extended mag, sit on the seat
I'm in Miami, sippin' Wock' on the beach
We on a yacht sippin' Wock' on the weekend
Know I do like four M's for a meeting
We by the ocean, I might put my feet in
We having motion, lil' b*tch, you can see it
I got my ex-b*tch, she still tryna-
f*ck it, my new b*tch, she say I'm conceited
It ain't 'bout money, lil' n*gga, then beat it
I'm up in Goyard, b*tch, I'm rockin'-
I'm up in Goyard, b*tch, I don't f*ck with Neimans
These n*ggas hating, I-
Yeah, these n*ggas hating, I peep it

[Chorus]
I'm in Amiri, ain't rockin' no Ksubis
n*gga we ain't savin' these hoes, we ain't stupid
b*tch tryna f*ck me, I'm playin' it cool
His hoe wan' f*ck me, I'm playin' it cool
Ran up my money, I'm playin' it cool
I bought them diamonds, I'm playin' it cool
Sippin', I'm noddin off, she think I'm rude
They don't get money, them lil' n*ggas stupid
I'm out in traffic, I'm swaying the coupe
Ferrari Spider, his b*tch out the roof
Pass them big racks to my twin when I'm through
Ain't selling out, that's some sh*t I can't do
Sell out the show, and then f*cked on some groupies
I remain the same, n*gga, know I stay true
No, I ain't change up, but I'm still improving
And she think she the one, all these b*tches be stupid