COLD GAME

歌詞

This whole motherfuckin' album fire I know if this motherfucker don't go number one, y'all niggas hatin' You heard it first from mama Choppa, bam When the day is gone, you're all I need When I close my eyes, it's all I see Love me like I used to before (Rose) Huh Appetite for new timepieces, ain't no time to lose Ain't no lie, Jacob know me, I bought all kinds of jewels Put the haters on me, trust me, I make all kinds of moves Here dealing with these fakers 'til I make up all the rules I just wanna ride around and we lock the city down All my bitches fightin' in the club with they titties out (Haha) Double M, we Blowin' Budz, put them Phillies out And any boy get out of line, I came to sit him down I had a million on my mind, but that's a billion now Build a mansion out in Cali' with the ceilings out Nigga say they beefin' with me, but I'm still in town I got the killers in chinchillas, we the realest out If you in your feelings, you gon' feel this now You know this Double M, that's when you hear the sound (M-M-M) All the baddest bitches came to get it down And I know you on the 'shrooms, that's if you feel the bounce (Maybach Music) When the day is gone, you're all I need When I close my eyes, it's all I see Love me like you used to before Patty wagons turn to Rolls-Royces, yeah (Royces) Makin' different choices, tryna see which corporate brand I'm signin' with for endorsements You can catch me on the Forbes stuntin' (Stuntin') Pink, green, blue bills, I don't discriminate the money Like the Doomsday comin', I'ma run it up You niggas run y'all dick suckers too much and ride dick Get off my nuts (Off my nuts) I'ma check in 'bout my bread, watch some niggas check out (Brrt) We chiropractin' niggas neck, what that mean? Stretch him out (Brrt) Playin' with the Gs, I got a murder fee That lead to casualties, ayy, just pick out your tee I live a fantasy, bitches from Tel Aviv In the Florida Keys, ridin' jet skis Pulled over, made a pit stop to fuck on a beach While she ride me, I'm thankin' God I'm out of the streets I had the keys, the keys to feed the fiends I had the rocks, took risks, the opps, they died for this and that (Died for this, nigga) But don't speak on wax, don't let this light skin fool ya I'm 'bout what I rap, yeah Ayy, threesomes, that's regular thing I need a ten-piece combo like some lemon pepper chicken wings Ayy, I'm a big boss like I'm Rick Ross (Ayy, Ross) You ass backwards, criss-cross You chasin' bitches over money, well, that's where you broke the law If a ho hit today, then she gon' be here to stay She ain't here while I'm broke, when I'm rich, it's her loss, word to Drake One-sixteen ain't enough, like I'm André 3K, thirty-two bars like Jiggas Feel like Hov, man (Feel like Hov, man) Cross me when I gave you leeway They play me like I'm 2K, don't call me, "Brother," nigga That's my old name, my old bitch fucked another nigga Then a hundred niggas just to get back And I remained the same (Still the same nigga) Cold game, still same Sunny days after rain, pain turn to pleasure, made a man (On God) When the day is gone, you're all I need When I close my eyes, it's all I see Love me like you used to before This the takeover, y'all had your time, now it's time to have mine I know it's a lot to digest, heart burn in your chest From a rookie to a vet' And I ain't even done yet