Lyrics Cool Whip - Fat Tony

Cool Whip

Beautiful, ain’t it?
Doin' me, gettin' money, creatin'
If you can do you for the rest of your life and get paid, then, nigga,
you made it
Shoutout my brother, iLL FADED
Remember when we went to Vegas?
We got so lit on your 30th
Swear to God, we need a spankin'
One day I’ll be outta LA
Live somewhere beautiful, just me and bae
Minimal traffic, real satisfaction
Home with a bed and a cute-ass duvet
Overworked, do it only 'cuz my soul hurt
Keep busy or my mind gets to me
Been with it way before I saw a titty
Back in the day, made bands like Diddy
Made my own way, niggas can’t swim near me
Made my own lane, niggas can’t steer near me
Wanna be loved, and tryna be feared
Peace to my peers, it’s a reason we’re here
Cease beef, get money this year
Been three weeks, ain’t had one beer
Took a little break, and it don’t feel weird
Still pull up the cha cha and treat her like cheers
Too sick
I’m tryna have my cake and eat it with some Cool Whip
Ay, J.K., where you get this beat, this shit is groovin'
I’m doin' me, I’m doin' me, ain’t gotta prove shit
Ain’t gotta prove shit
They say I’m too sick
I’m tryna have my cake and eat it with some Cool Whip
Lucas groovin' on the keys got me like ooo-wee
I’m doin' me, I’m doin' me, ain’t gotta prove shit
Ain’t gotta prove shit
From now on, now on, now on, now on, now on
From now on, now on, now on, now on, now on
I’m doin' me, I’m doin' me, ain’t gotta…
If the money, yeah, they might go get it
Every dollar ain’t worth my stress
If it match with what I do best
I’ll kill it by bein' myself
Don’t talk to my ex, her dude gon' trip
Got Wallabees on when I step in this bitch
Wanna be home, not on the road now
Unless I get bread, in the bed, load your mouth
Love it when my girl chill with me on the couch
You only gon' hear truth out my mouth
When Doves Cry kinda deep for a pop song
Put Purple Rain on, I’mma get the popcorn
Takes time to figure out who you really are
When you find out, don’t stray too far
Be strong, the reward will surprise you
Never know what you get
They say I’m too sick
I’m tryna have my cake and eat it with some Cool Whip
Ay, J.K., where you get this beat, this shit is groovin'
I’m doin' me, I’m doin' me, ain’t gotta prove shit
Ain’t gotta prove shit
They say I’m too sick
I’m tryna have my cake and eat it with some Cool Whip
Lucas groovin' on the keys got me like ooo-wee
I’m doin' me, I’m doin' me, ain’t gotta prove shit
Ain’t gotta prove shit
From now on, now on, now on, now on, now on
From now on, now on, now on, now on, now on