Kid Cudi – MR. COOLA Lyrics

Kid Cudi first previewed MR. COOLA at the Peppermint Club In Hollywood on June 1st, 2023. The original song featured a verse from Chip Tha Ripper but his verse has since been removed

MR. COOLA Lyrics by Kid Cudi

[Intro: DJ Drama & Kid Cudi]
Yeah
You know (Yeah, yeah)
I’m cool when it’s just me all by myself
I’m cool when I’m front of thirty thousand people (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m cool when I’m with my chick (Yeah)
I’m even cooler when I’m with your chick (Yeah)
Hahaha, Cudi

[Verse 1]
Catch ’em coastin’ (Yeah)
And I’m roastin’ (Uh)
Pussy niggas lurkin’ on the low, please don’t approach him
I’m givin’ Mr. Wayne while in all black, I’m sippin’ potion (Yeah)
You think I fuckin’ lost it, man I really hate the notion (Pussy)
I keep it light, Mr. Coola, do it right, now come on, nigga
Cannot see me-me-me-me-me
What them fuckers thinking? (Fucker)
Into the night, I’m geeking
Niggas keep takin’ my lighters, man
Right back out on the streets with thе freaks
And the drinks, and the pills, and thе thrills, damn

[Pre-Chorus]
Woo, woo (Bitch, yeah)
It’s the essence (Uh-huh)
Coolin’ when I’m out
Got to mixin’, I’m mixin’, sick with it, diamonds in my mouth
Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Bounce, bitch, let you grab my wish
Fuck it, man, I’m rich
Don’t forget, godly on my mama, watch me flex my shit
Huh, fucker, huh, fucker
Mr. Coola out the fridge
Baby, be my ace, dry my tank

[Verse 2]
Man, I bought his bitch, hustlin’ every week (Grindin’)
Do so much, I’m like a freak, you wonder how I sleep, sleep
While I’m walkin’ to my drippy beat, mosh pit over the seats
Told that girl, don’t focus on my dough, but love her company (Yeah, baby)
Oh, no, tequila in me
Who gon’ double with your nigga? All the liquor on me, man
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Baby girl say, “Run it back” (Back)
I’m drinkin’ it, smokin’, nigga, I’m potent
All of ’em with me smokin’, suckin’ me (Yeah)
She pop, she lovin’ me, uh (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s the essence (Uh-huh)
Coolin’ when I’m out
Got to mixin’, I’m mixin’, sick with it, diamonds in my mouth
Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Bounce, bitch, let you grab my wish
Fuck it, man, I’m rich
Don’t forget, godly on my mama, watch me flex my shit
Huh, fucker, huh, fucker
Mr. Coola out the fridge
Baby, be my ace, dry my tank

[Outro]
Huh, huh (Yeah)
Huh (Yeah, yeah)