Cool & Dre (Cool N Dre) - Chillin lyrics

[Hook: Lady GaGa] Look at, lookin' At, lookin' at me Look at that, look how they lookin' at me Eyes all stickin' Like honey on bees Look At that, Look how they lookin' at me [Wale] Yeah DC chillin', PG chillin' My Name Wale and I came to get it Came to get it, came to get It My name Wale [Verse 1: Wale] Shiiit, This how you start off '09 Kickin' in the door, and I'm everybody problem Stuntin' in some other Jordan Nines I got Phil Knight talkin' about "How you got them?" Lets talk about the cars y'all got You say you got a lotta whips, well I got a lot I got the right to be co*ky Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me You n***as mad cause you not me I remain a giant while you're Jeremy Shockey And if you ain't heard me properly If you speak garbage, then we no capiche DC chillin', PG chillin', floor To the ceilin' Stuntin' in my Billionaire gear on my Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, Wale [Hook] [Verse 2: Wale] They keep sayin' whale, but my name Wale Hoes call me "Mr. Never Wear The Same Thing" You redundant, You never ever change And I'm the same way, M.I.A And me, Cool & Dre gettin' high like planes Your man Wale in his own damn lane Can't control the box, you are no Mills Lane Ain't heard DC since Sardines came Ha! And I made y'all love it We don't cop pleas, but y'all don't cop nothin' Police come around don't nobody say nothin' And you be with the cops, you n***as is McLovin Dark liquor 'til we busted 'Til I got a buzz like that n***a Chris Mullen District Of Columbia You Bernie Mac funny, we ain't scared of none of ya [Hook] [Bridge: Lady GaGa] Get 'em all, get 'em all, pick it all up Stack up your funds like a million bucks Across that pond, they all know us International... whoaaaa! Driving my car to a foreign place Lookin' at me, now they know my face We want it all now, we got it all yesss Look at that, look how they lookin' at usss Verse 3 Dre, Pick 'em ,ah, Pick'em, ill shut Them All Down Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out Stacks in my jeans, broads on the scene Folarin be ballin for all yall to see Ain't I something? The Way Im Stuntin My Material Girls give 'em A-Rod Moneyyy! LV on my Luggage Them Bammas Goin Hate, and I love it, f** 'Em [Hook]