Keep It Cool - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Ginseng)

Yeah, hold up, move

Nigga, who are you?

I'm not concerned what he gon' do

Do the whole dash like ooh, yeah

Cash in my bag like ooh, damn

Catchin' these plays, they hand-to-hand

Get the cash, get rubber bands

Got dirty money, got dirty hands

They trying to figure out the fuckin' plan

It's still fuck you and your mans

Cross 'em twice, had to X 'em out

It can't go, no it ain't no droughts

Need them digits, yeah, right now

Welcome to my traphouse

Please be quiet 'fore we in your house, yeah

Please be quick, uh, yeah, we in and out

Uh, yeah, I grab that stick 'fore I leave the house

My niggas in the field, y'all in the house

My phone keep ringin', got plays right now

Got caught sellin' weed, got kicked out the house

Gotta get to it 'cause I want it right now

Better get right or I'm gon' leave right now

Should've played for the Bay, yeah, I shoot like Steph

These Balmains ripped, I work my wrist, feel like top-shelf

I want wealth, you can't go there

Can't hang wit' us, got gang in here

Used to have opps, now they ain't here