Is You Cool Lyrics

That boy Cash goin' crazy

Drumma Boy

Aye

Too rare to compare, Brazilian hair

Look pretty with makeup, prettier bare

These bitches be hatin', the reason is clear

A bitch really pressure, I stay in the mirror

I stay with some munyun, stay with a big purse

Know in the bed or his pockets, I come first (Ah)

He like me best with no panties and big shirts

I keep a eater, level on expert (Aye, mwah)

I know I'm fine but don't call me dime, **** (Dime, ****)

Hm, yeah, call me a hundred 'cause that's how I keep it

Pussy only thing leakin', I be movin' top secret

Face like an angel, timin' on demon

Ass movin' by itself like a Ouija

**** is on me, **** is fiendin'

I'm pullin' these bitches' cards like a reading, hmm

Ho, is you cool?

Damn, ho, is you cool?

Say you don't like me, but do what I do

Damn, ho, is you cool? Hmm

Ho, is you cool?

Damn, ho, is you cool?

Like, damn, bitch, what the fuck?

Didn't you say when you see me it's up and it's stuck?

I need a 6'7 **** come and put it in my gut

Put it in the truck, peanut butter guts

On some white girl shit, let him put it in the trunk (Ah)

Roll a hundred dollar bill, sniff the pussy like a bump

Boom, I'm the rich **** in the room

Before I walk in, everybody gotta move

I'ma show you lame-ass bitches how to ball

I'ma show you how to take a **** to the hoop (Aye)

Don't you wanna hop jets with a bad bitch? (Yeah)

You ain't tired of fuckin' with them hoes with no bag yet?

Fine shit, every **** tryna smash that (Ah)

Don't be surprised if I ask where the cash at (Mwah)

I don't know who these hoes be feelin' like

I'm checkin' temps, is you cool? Oh, a'ight

It's always a mad bitch callin' bitches mad

Talkin' 'bout where they was, never where they at