Lyrics Cool MF (Original Version) by Chris Brown

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I'm in this b*t*h with a hundred girls (Uh-uh)
Lookin' like you from another world
Now they big mad (Big mad)
Man, you broke-broke and your b*t*h mad
What you gon' do with it?
Change too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work)
Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt)

Tell that b*t*h to lose my number (Hey)
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherf**ker

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
The Ferrari coupe, yeah, it's matte black (Ferrari)
b*t*h, give some head like a top hat, woah (Top hat)
Flooded out the AP, where the time at? (Where the time at?)
Match ya whole fit, 'cause I got the dime bag (Dime bag)
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, yeah (Racks)
So much money, I'm still eatin' off a last year (Brrat, ooh)
When the Rollie comin'? 'Cause my pinky froze (Pinky froze)
Love my mixed b*t*h like I love my two-tone (Brr)
Sippin' on the cup 'til it's none left (Ooh)
Bench press the money, that's a hundred wraps (Yeah)
Feelin' like I'm Diddy, hoppin' off the jet (Yum)
I can't hear these broke n***as, better say less, psssh (Uh-uh)

I'm in this b*t*h with a hundred girls (Uh-uh)
Lookin' like you from another world
Now they big mad (Big mad)
Man, you broke-broke and your b*t*h mad
What you gon' do with it?
Change too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work)
Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt)

Tell that b*t*h to lose my number (Hey)
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherf**ker (Hey-hey-hey)

'Cause I'm drippin' iced out, better show me love (Yeah-yeah)
Should I leave her piped down? I'ma tell her, "Okay" (Okay)
Better stand up 'cause it's goin' down (Please stand up), yeah-yeah

Tell that b*t*h to lose my number
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherf**ker

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**kin' on your b*t*h (On your b*t*h, woo)
Watch goin' 'round on TikTok (TikTok)
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 tux, need no fitted (Yeah)
I should be the new blue hundred, yeah, print it (Ooh)
Jumped in the pu**y, did it back, started swimmin'
Still, I can't never love a thot (Huh?)
I popped a whole bar, what your b*t*h want? (What your b*t*h want?)
All this jewelry got me lookin' like a [?] (Woo)
Spend it all, lil' n***a, keep ignorin' calls
Yeah, Lil Pump (Brr)