Cool, Calm & Collected

[Intro: Swae Lee]

Ooh

Yeah, uh

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

Cool, calm and collected (Collected)

Countin' up a check just to run through it (Run through it)

Hatin' on another man, nah, we don't do that shit (Do that)

Playin' my position, top one, fuck a top ten (Ten)

Pourin' up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)

[Post-Chorus: Swae Lee]

High speed in foreign cars, we playin' (Playin')

Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank, tank (Gas tank)

I'm tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)

No trust, I know they two-faced

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]

A13 to the 305 in Miami

Shawty gon' come out her panties (Panties)

Good pipe gon' fuck up her hairpiece (Hairpiece)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pass me that motherfuckin' light, please (Light green)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Park it up (Uh)

First one, spark it up (Spark it up)

[?]

One more dollar bill, they gon' bust it

Buns enough

The hatin' you did, it wasn't enough ('Nough)

Fuck that talkin' tough because that shit speaks for itself (Yeah)

I could go to Toronto with Pressa (Yeah)

My bitch, she calm in a lecture (Lecture)

We're slidin' around, presidential

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

Cool, calm and collected (Collected)

Countin' up a check just to run through it (Run through it)

Hatin' on another man, nah, we don't do that shit (Do that)

Playin' my position, top one, fuck a top ten (Ten)

Pourin' up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)

[Post-Chorus: Swae Lee]

High speed in foreign cars, we playin' (Playin')

Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank, tank (Gas tank)

I'm tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)

No trust, I know they two-faced

[Verse 2: Pressa]

Cool, calm and collected (Cool)

Runnin' up a check, bitch (Check)

Bricks of that cocaine (Coke), heavily invested

She fell in love with [?] and herbal essence

Brand-new Glock put him nighty-night (Night)

Ain't do no wrestlin'

Audemar, it's a plain Jane (Plain), and it's a classic (Classic)

Couldn't cross me 'cause Press Machine, he ain't Catholic

Certify this trap shit (Trap)

Trip to Miami (Trap)

Bricks in the Camry

Hunnid shots when I win my Grammy

I'm in the club and I'm with Swae

She asks me what my neck, I told her, "It's a hunnid K"

I'm sellin' drugs, baby

I've been workin' in the stu' like fuck the club, baby (Club)

I told her, "Fly and tell [?] that God gave me" (God)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

Cool, calm and collected (Collected)

Countin' up a check just to run through it (Run through it)

Hatin' on another man, nah, we don't do that shit (Do that)

Playin' my position, top one, fuck a top ten (Ten)

Pourin' up drank (Yeah), baby come take a sip (Sip)

[Post-Chorus: Swae Lee]

High speed in foreign cars, we playin' (Playin')

Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank, tank (Gas tank)

I'm tryna get rid of this taste (Taste)

No trust, I know they two-faced

[Outro: Pressa]

I'm in the club and I'm with Swae

She asks me what my neck, I told her, "It's a hunnid K"