Description
Composer Lyricist: Terrell Anthony Cox
Composer Lyricist: Nathan Morgan
Composer Lyricist: James Dangler
Primary Musician: Terrell Anthony Cox
Studio Producer: Nate Morgan
Studio Producer: Jello Mvsic
Mixing Engineer: Benjamin Thomas
Mastering Engineer: Ryan Schwabe
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, yeah, uh.
They like cold cheese. They like, "Why you look so good? " They like cold cheese.
-Okay. -They like, "How you look so good?
" They like cold cheese. They like, "Why you look so good?
" -So good. -Woke up in the morning feelin' good.
-I did. -I woke up in the morning feelin' good.
-I woke up in the morning. -Yeah.
Don't try me 'cause I prolly pop the -hood. -I prolly pop that shit.
Yeah. Don't try me 'cause I prolly pop the hood.
I prolly pop that shit.
Yeah, -yeah. -Here I go.
The Louis shoes don't match the Gucci hat.
-Yeah, that's matching shit.
-The Fendi shirt don't match the Prada -pack. -Yeah, that's matching shit.
-Like Rosa Parks, I'm never goin' back. -Goin' back, bitch.
-I woke up to a hundred thousand plays. -Hundred plays, bitch.
-I woke up to my baby on the back. -On the back, bitch.
She lookin' good, I might go pull the tracks.
-Pull the tracks, bitch.
-She look so good, I might go pull the -tracks. -I pull the tracks, bitch.
I feel so good, I might just get a Bentley.
-Get a Bentley. -I'm ridin' in the water like a jet ski.
-Jet ski.
-I really hate these niggas, I'm their -deadbeat. -Deadbeat.
-I been the same nigga since you met me. -Met me.
-They like cold cheese. -Okay.
They like, "Why you look so good? " They like cold cheese.
-They like cold. -They like, "How you look so good?
" They like cold cheese. They like, "Why you look so good?
" -I said, "So good. " -Woke up in the morning feelin' good.
-I'm feelin' good. -I woke up in the morning feelin' good.
-I'm feelin' good. -Don't try me 'cause I prolly pop the hood.
I prolly pop that shit.
Don't try me 'cause I prolly pop the hood.
-I prolly pop that shit. -I woke up way too lit.
-I'm lit. -I woke up on some shit.
-On shit. -I woke up lookin' fly.
-Lookin' fly. -You woke up on my dick.
Y'all niggas -lookin' fried. -Fried.
-These niggas lookin' sick. -Sick.
-Your pockets filled with fries. -Fries.
-My pocket filled with chips. -Chips.
My pocket filled with chips.
-Lays, Lays, Fritos. -Fritos.
Bag after bag, gettin' cheese like a Cheeto.
Shit, I pray to God every night, that's Chico. I pray to God every night, it's a sleep clone.
-Okay.
-And if you try me, get you wet like you a beach home.
-Okay. -I fell in love with a freak ho.
Okay.