Internet Money, Rich Amiri - KEEP IT COOL lyrics
Internet Money [Taz Taylor] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Rich Amiri [Amiri Dexter Chase] Boston/Randolph, Massachusetts, U.S 🇺🇸
[Internet Money, Rich Amiri - KEEP IT COOL lyrics]
[Intro]
Talk to me, talk to me, baby
I'on bite
I'll post you on my 'Gram
I'll change your fuckin' life (No cap)
[Chorus]
Yeah, better keep it cool 'cause
This shit could get ugly
'Member I was dead broke
Now I got some money
Feds on my trail, I ain't goin'
Flee the country
Never tuck my tail
I want war, boy
I love beef
Knew you was a ho
You want smoke about a ho, huh?
Never tell a lie, but
I might tell you a joke, huh
F430, in that 'Rari doin' donuts (Skrrt)
Pop out with a new bitch
I cut off my old one (Skrrt)
[Verse]
You can't even talk to me
You don't got a M (No way)
Ayy, pushing in that fast bitch
Ten times ten (Skrrt)
I'm up in Atlanta, fucked
A thottie in a penthouse
Wonder if she know that
She won't see me again, wow
Talk to me, talk to me, baby, I'on bite
I'll post you on my 'Gram
I'll change your fuckin' life (No cap)
I'ma real deal spiller
Pull up sharper than a knife
Let's hit Four Seasons
Let me fuck you on the skyline, yeah
I ain't take no Perc'
In a minute (Perc'), I'm itchin'
Baby, I don't got no other women
Ha, I'm kiddin'
I be havin' hoes like
I'ma pimp (Pimp), huh
I'm pimpin'
Booted on the court like
Scottie Pippen (Pippen)
Ain't missin' (No cap)
[Chorus]
Better keep it cool 'cause
This shit could get ugly
'Member I was dead broke
Now I got some money
Feds on my trail, I ain't goin'
Flee the country
Never tuck my tail, I want war, boy
I love beef
Knew you was a ho
You want smoke about a ho, huh?
Never tell a lie but
I might tell you a joke, huh
F430, in that 'Rari doin' donuts (Skrrt)
Pop out with a new bitch
I cut off my old one
Talk to me, talk to me, baby
I'on bite
I'll post you on my 'Gram
I'll change your fuckin' life (No cap)
[Chorus]
Yeah, better keep it cool 'cause
This shit could get ugly
'Member I was dead broke
Now I got some money
Feds on my trail, I ain't goin'
Flee the country
Never tuck my tail
I want war, boy
I love beef
Knew you was a ho
You want smoke about a ho, huh?
Never tell a lie, but
I might tell you a joke, huh
F430, in that 'Rari doin' donuts (Skrrt)
Pop out with a new bitch
I cut off my old one (Skrrt)
[Verse]
You can't even talk to me
You don't got a M (No way)
Ayy, pushing in that fast bitch
Ten times ten (Skrrt)
I'm up in Atlanta, fucked
A thottie in a penthouse
Wonder if she know that
She won't see me again, wow
Talk to me, talk to me, baby, I'on bite
I'll post you on my 'Gram
I'll change your fuckin' life (No cap)
I'ma real deal spiller
Pull up sharper than a knife
Let's hit Four Seasons
Let me fuck you on the skyline, yeah
I ain't take no Perc'
In a minute (Perc'), I'm itchin'
Baby, I don't got no other women
Ha, I'm kiddin'
I be havin' hoes like
I'ma pimp (Pimp), huh
I'm pimpin'
Booted on the court like
Scottie Pippen (Pippen)
Ain't missin' (No cap)
[Chorus]
Better keep it cool 'cause
This shit could get ugly
'Member I was dead broke
Now I got some money
Feds on my trail, I ain't goin'
Flee the country
Never tuck my tail, I want war, boy
I love beef
Knew you was a ho
You want smoke about a ho, huh?
Never tell a lie but
I might tell you a joke, huh
F430, in that 'Rari doin' donuts (Skrrt)
Pop out with a new bitch
I cut off my old one
