[Hook]
Cold
My neck, my wrist so cold
Stove
Remember whippin’ on the stove
Woah
Big body Benz got ‘em like woah
Blow
Just got a sack, I’m finna blow
[Verse 1]
Water whippin’ on the stove
I talk to my n*ggas in jail with a code
I knew by the age of four
That I would get rich, that’s on my mama’s soul
A hungry lil n*gga, I started to stealin’ and kickin’ in all of these doors
My uncle in prison and when he get out he say he gon’ be back in the bowl
Water whippin’ on the stove
I talk to my n*ggas in jail with a code
I knew by the age of four
That I would get rich, that’s on my mama’s soul
A hungry lil n*gga, I started to stealin’ and kickin’ in all of these doors
My uncle in prison and when he get out he say he gon’ be back in the bowl
Remember them days when police hit the block
We had to hide the work by the pole
And free my cousin, he still in penitentiary
He locked up and he never told
These b*tches is snakes, and my heart is so cold
I flip ‘em like Skippa, pass ‘em to my bros
di*k her down when I come out the robe
Reject her call when she hit up my phone
I’m in the Bentley riding down Jimmy
Michael Phelps, diamonds water, they swimming
In the foreign riding with an extension
Plugged in from the Nawf to the city
If it’s money involved my n*gga I’m with it
If money on the move I’ma go get it
Blow this sh*t cause I can’t take it with me
My diamonds so cold it got me feeling frigid
[Hook]
Cold
My neck, my wrist so cold
Stove
Remember whippin’ on the stove
Woah
Big body Benz got ‘em like woah
Blow
Just got a sack, I’m finna blow
[Verse 2]
Pull up in a Rolls, just me and some hoes
Double cup Actavis poured
Foreign b*tch play with her nose
Forty on me, not the console
Pop a perc and I feel like a ghost
Jump off the stage and f*ck up the front row
I’m finna pick up the bacon and go
I’m just tryna run it up off these shows
I roll up the cookie, put me in a daze
I’m blowing money on these trips to LA
I want the M&M’s, no Doctor Dre
I wonder if a mil can fill up a safe
I’ma separate myself from you n*ggas
You ain’t tryna get no money, that’s pitiful
If they don’t want the best for you, get rid of ‘em
Watch out for these crab n*ggas with tentacles
I’m swerving in and out my own lane
I can do this sh*t with no chains
Some of you n*ggas is follow the leader
You can’t go off and do your own thang
I’m smoking gas but no propane
I support the use of cocaine
My big dawg in the dope game
Every time he move he use four names
[Hook]
Cold
My neck, my wrist so cold
Stove
Remember whippin’ on the stove
Woah
Big body Benz got ‘em like woah
Blow
Just got a sack, I’m finna blow