Tre of UCB - The Breeze (Cool) lyrics

[Seinfeld excerpt] "Aw, I don't like this one bit." [Coughing] "... Can't stop now ... I'm addicted! They got a hold on me!!" [Verse 1: Wale] Cool, as a summer breeze, pimpin' is nothing to me Roll up the purple and breathe, sit back and f** up the beat Them n***as be hatin' but, them n***as s**ers to me Who here is f**ing with me? It's not a discussion, I be In my own cla**, b**h I got them cold raps I f** the world and f** your girl and give them both a orgasm Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer The master of my domain, yes I am no Costanza First I have potential, now I got them answers I'm smoking on that voodoo, and that's word to Papa Shango Cooler than a fan circulating When they dancing in my face, I get one chance then I'mma take it So, lord forgive me for my indirect sinnin' Am I cheating on this woman if I'm gettin' naked pictures from another I love her, and I'm always gonna want it But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant Sometimes you find the one, sometimes you give it up Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool So for now I'm doing me, and I'm finding it's cool... [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] I hear 'em talking and they all saying they doing they thing But they not like me I'm getting all this lovin' All this money That's how it is and how it's gon be When you're ballin' (When you're ballin') You can see who ain't your fans Watch them n***as on the sideline hatin' (sideline hatin') But I'm too high up, I can't hear what they sayin' [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Definition of cold: ice, 30 below Champagne, foreign names in my pool Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes Roll some weed, the homies ain't gotta know Get you high, keep it on the low All this paper I fold Meetin' f**in' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll Now how you think, don't even speak unless you talkin' franklins Ran out of weed but see, I kept it G and brought a joint to bake so .. (It's cool) So cool, my b**h got no shoes My whip is new but I'm playin' old school Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news Hating on my team until they see we won't lose Homey used to be a player, now I coach fools On how to get your money, live it and spend it just how you're supposed to Call some b**hes to roll through and... [Bridge: Wale] x2 What is hittin' for My n***as is winning though Everywhere I'm at I make you feel like it is 10 below It ain't nothing yo Let me change the temperature And do I need to mention when [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] [Verse 3: Wale] Back in my zone Fresh out the B.E.Tizzi Shout out Bieber and Nicki Tell Mr. Hill we ain't trippin, we cool I'm blowin' sticky, I'm blowin' out of that lex I'm living with no regrets while I'm getting over my exes Access granted, take a step up to my world cuz My n***as is thorough cut, sip until I hurl up O cuh, hold up, I got b**hes sewed up What yall n***as know about it, My kick game is world cup World cup I know that they dont get me I keep them b**hes clean, though my sneakers game is Messi Due to my underselling no I did not get that Bentley But this AMG will do for now and you n***as won't catch me Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition I just wanna rep my hood so I be good if I dont get rich I'm good if yall dont listen, just catch me out the district And I'm probably in some limited edition they ain't never shippin' Sometimes you do get dough, sometimes you get the cheese Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see Sometimes you do get broke, sometimes you be on E But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]