| Oh no no no |
| Oh no no no |
| Uh uh uh no uh no no da da do da do |
| I wanna mack in the back of a stack Cadillac and roll through the hood |
| I’ll be a bad motherfucker texting lovers undercover like «Baby, what’s good?» |
| I mean cooler than a pimp wearing velvet |
| Giving you some game to go and sell it |
| 'Cause game’s not to be told like |
| (What's cooler than being cool? ICE COLD!) |
| Top down if the wind breezing |
| The sun’s out, that’s that mid season |
| I ain’t driving so I am drinking |
| Look, showing out, that’s for no reason |
| I see 'em peeking but they ain’t speaking |
| And that’s cool 'cause we ain’t need 'em |
| Alright |
| I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown |
| Real smooth like we used to |
| Real cool like we used to |
| Take it back to when we used to |
| Roll through the city, looking pretty like «What's up?» |
| I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown |
| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool |
| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool |
| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool |
| Something like Sade |
| But it ain’t dripping off that big body |
| Or like listening to Big Boi and André, sippin' OJ and Bombay |
| I mean cooler than Anita in the freezer |
| Put her in the Rich and nice to meet ya—still |
| The game’s not to be told like |
| (What's cooler than being cool? ICE COLD!) |
| Look, 2 A.M. and we still sippin' |
| Brown and clear, yeah, we been mixin' |
| Your hands on me, I can feel 'em slippin' |
| Alright, my girls texting but I don’t listen |
| Like «Where you at?»; think I’ve gone missin' |
| But we good, so I ain’t trippin' |
| I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown |
| Real smooth like we used to |
| Real cool like we used to |
| Take it back to when we used to |
| Roll through the city, looking pretty like «What's up?» |
| I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown |
| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool |
| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool |
| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool |
| Knock on wood, grain |
| Never say never in the hood, mayne |
| Knock on wood, grain |
| Look |
| Knock on wood, grain |
| Never say never in the hood, mayne |
| Knock on wood, grain |
| I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown |
| Real smooth, real cool |
| Now take me back to when we used to… |