I’m Cold lyrics

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Every
Single
Eye should see me wearin' all this gold
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold
I don't ever take no sh*t
But I might take your ho
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold

[Verse 1: Bricc Baby]
All this ice in my chain like brrr (brrr)
Imma walk [?]
[?] too clear
n*gga so fly, you could put me [?]
Hold up, [?]
You n*ggas better cuff your hoes
Trap house got my bank roll swole
Got em' down with the [?]
Me and my n*ggas don't play that
This K, hand it to me Imma spray that
I'm gettin' money like a f*ckin' Arab
Cookin' boss sh*t, n*gga no Maybach

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Every
Single
Eye should see me wearin' all this gold
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold
I don't ever take no sh*t
But I might take your ho
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Uh, I already know
Walk in this b*tch
Got your chick's face froze
Its a white kinda night
I ain't talkin' bout snow
Goin' straight to the shots
Let a n*gga unload
n*gga I'm cold, n*gga I'm cold
Champagne on ice, sippin' on Rose
Standin' on the couch, never trippin' on toes
Waitress here cuz we tippin' them hoes
There's enough guap, it'll go around
n*gga VIP, I'm a pro now
Was a freshman playin' in the pros now
Lay a mothaf*cka down like post out
You know how it go now
Its like its a mothaf*ckin' ghost town
See a lot of hoes round
You better get your b*tches [?]

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Every
Single
Eye should see me wearin' all this gold
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold
I don't ever take no sh*t
But I might take your ho
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold
[Verse 3: HardHead]
I been all around the world ho
Gettin' this bread
Why these n*ggas just broke
[?]
Mr. f*ck You
What you wanna do, what I mean it man
Say my iron low but I ain't a God damn bulimic
Wife beater and a bandanna
b*tch I'm Hulk Hogan
Whole team with the sh*t
Tell a b*tch to bust it open
Bust it down, pack it up, put it on her, bust her open
Tell her bring that money back on the first thing smokin'
Skinny n*gga, bi-polar
Give a b*tch the cold shoulder
Game over lame I told ya
We ain't playin that sh*t
f*ck skinny n*gga trippin'
We ain't boys
b*tch listen for that love
Get the first round easy
A. Wiggins

[Outro: Kid Ink]
Every
Single
Eye should see me wearin' all this gold
n*gga I'm cold
n*gga I'm cold