Cool, Calm & Collected lyrics

[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 sh*t (Do that)
Playin' my position, top one, f*ck 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]
813 to the 305 in Miami
Shawty gon' come out her panties (Panties)
Good pipe gon' f*ck up her hairpiece (Hairpiece)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pass me that motherf*ckin' 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)
f*ck that talkin' tough because that sh*t speaks for itself (Yeah)
I could go to Toronto with Pressa (Yeah)
My b*tch, 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 sh*t (Do that)
Playin' my position, top one, f*ck 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, b*tch (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 sh*t (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 f*ck 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 sh*t (Do that)
Playin' my position, top one, f*ck 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"