Cold ft. $amaad Lyrics

Probably got some money, you don't stand on business though

All my diamonds sunny, your shit look like twinkle toes

I just think it's funny how these niggas always fold

It's always something man, I always do these bitches cold

Ain't no room for fuckin off, nigga get you mind right

All these pussy niggas soft, we just ain't vibin' right

I go back to back a hundred songs, yeah, that's my vibe tonight

He poppin' tens, pourin' yellow, fake gettin' high tonight

Put my Chanel's on, that black man Delion

I only check my track phone, give a fuck with niggas on

I was eighteen, a hundred bands, I probably wrote a couple songs

Pushed the work, a thousand grams, you know I did that shit alone

No sweat, no stress, I need more sex, no ex

I got bitches tryna throw neck

Don't bring my girlfriend around me, yeah, she so obsessed

As you can see I'm drip or drowning, put that shit on, I'm so wet

All these rappers blow a bag on drank, that ain't no flex

Bitch, I'm laughin' to the bank, these niggas can't even talk yet

These niggas can't even talk yet

Bitch, I'm laughin' to the bank, these niggas can't even talk yet

Back up off of me, you know it cost to talk to me

Back up off of me, you don't know how much this cost me

That hated Jesus, I gotta ask that nigga why me

I feel yeezuz, tell Kanye have a talk with me

Spend a day with Slam a slut, I talk but I can't back it up

You thought you was cool with your lil bitch but can't handle her

She with me and Woes and Hoodrich and we got bands with us

Its a whole lotta racks inside of club, they tryna sandwich us

It's a pink pill, I'm finna call up Nicki

It's a white pill, I'm finna call Woah Vicky

Turned down five deals, hottest in the city

Ayy, backyard all in my sight, look like I'm on house arrest

She gon' fuck or not and that's just one thing that I know

My money counter broke let my bitch count bricks

Ain't no money counter on a record, I'm gettin' fresh

Fuck a money counter nigga, diamonds on my chest