[Intro]
Yeah... ColdGame
[Verse]
Rock star lifestyle Kid Cudi
My money dirty and my cup muddy
Turn your wifey to my f*ck buddy
Enemies die left and right man that sh*t lovely
This life I live ugly
The girl you love, love me
I got her sipping bubbly
Hit her from the back
I got her running from me
I'm running to the money
She screaming, "ColdGame!"
She on that cocaine
She give me good brain
Don't know my last name
She trying to maintain
Drowning in champagne
That ain't my main thing
That's another n*gga b*tch I'm dealing with
Foreign car driving out the dealership
Swear I've been through realer sh*t
Nowadays I barely leave the crib without a stick
She want young Slayter
Say I'm a true player
I might just run for mayor
She said she need me like she need air
Young Rick Flare
Mr. "If I'm in there then your b*tch there"
This that everything designer life
Big rings on and I don't even got a wife
I'm eating good I got a appetite
The pus*y good I f*cked her twice
And might just stay the night
b*tches say that n*gga nice
I put that b*tch on a flight
My n*ggas gon' shot they won't fight
On your head I put a price
These n*ggas go left I go right
We are not nothing alike
My b*tches talk to me polite
They know that's the the sh*t that I like
I'm f*cking the R&B b*tches
They sing on my sh*t like a mic
I just be macking these ho's
Pretty b*tches pretty toes
Screenshot get exposed
Plucking pedals on a rose
Space shuttle on the road
Double cups and they cold
I'm just sticking to the code
They don't understand me
Did a show a fight broke out they tried to ban me
Still got paid I know they can't stand me
I got a 40 clip extended like the family
Like the family (Like the motherf*cking family n*gga)
Got a 40 clip extended like the family
She said she need me like she need air
(Like she need air)