Ok Cool

Huh yeah
Aw yeah
C'mon
Chasemoney

Baby i'm just trying to fuck, I ain't trying to be yo best friend
Bank know my name cause i'm cashing all these checks in
Heard they hating now and I ain't even started flexing
Turn it up a notch and leave they ass all perplexing

Niggas beef in secret, I don't get it just address it
Then they try to speak like it's all good, I don't respect it
It wasn't even me my nigga yo bitch she was pressing
Keep her ass at home if you don't want her selecting

Think i'm from Bel Air, Will Smith i'm more fresh than
Oou she got her white nails gripping on my tech pants
The fuck I look like worried bout the next man
Fuck them niggas, i'm just hanging with my dead friends

Move wrong, we gone turn em to a dead man
See em tryna start a wave with them dead trends
Round three, me and shawty broke the bed damn
Haha, alright, ok cool

Finna get the smoove talking, za got me moonwalking aye
Pray that they don't get em in that room, he gone talk away
I been in my mood, I don't even wanna talk today
Only time i'm speaking if my niggas call to talk some cake

Niggas wanna conversate but they ain't talking pape
Broke nigga you ain't talking money fuck up out my face
Hoe you better feel special if you talk to Chase
Fuck the pigs, nigga no we don't talk to jakes

Stand tall stay true stand on business too
Know some niggas who be punching, they get physical
She said i'm different, well baby i'm not typical
If you come with bad vibes we getting rid of you

I'm sick of fake love, baby I ain't sick of you
I press her ass, i'm like baby what you finna do
I press his ass, he get the shaking like a stripper do
Clique hopping ass goofs they can't pick a crew



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Writer(s): Chase Glover-rodgers
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