Chris Brown - Cool MF lyrics

[Chorus: Chris Brown] I'm in this b*tch 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*tch mad What you gon' do with it? Chain too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work) Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt) [Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] Tell that b*tch to lose my number (Hey) Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfu*ker [Verse 1: Lil Pump & Chris Brown] 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 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 a 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' 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 ni**as, better say less, psssh (Uh-uh) [Chorus: Chris Brown] I'm in this b*tch 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*tch mad What you gon' do with it? Chain too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work) Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt) [Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] Tell that b*tch to lose my number (Hey) Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfu*ker (Hey-hey-hey) [Bridge: Chris Brown] 'Cause I'm drippin' iced out, better show me love (Yeah-yeah) Should I leave her piped down? I'ma tell her, "Okay" (Yeah, okay) Better stand up 'cause it's goin' down (Please stand up), yeah-yeah [Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] Tell that b*tch to lose my number Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfu*ker [Verse 2: 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 fu*kin' on your b*tch (On your b*tch, 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 pussy, did it back, started swimmin' (Yeah) Still, I can't never love a thot (Huh?) I popped a whole bar, what your b*tch want? (What your b*tch want?) All this jewelry got me lookin' like a [?] (Woo) Spend it all, lil' ni**a, keep ignorin' calls Yeah, Lil Pump (Brr)