Cold Weather Lyrics

Yeah

You aint Stackin. you lackin nigga

Yeah

Huh

Huh

Yeah yeah

Look

Aye

Look

Monclear on me cause its cold

These burberry's step in any weather

I put that pole up on his ass

Now his niggas wanna see me later

I take care of all my bitches

I fuck now than I pay later

Call me mister now and later

Cause nigga I got hella flavors

The same hoes that was dissing on me

Now they trying to fuck

Cause I got hella paper

CBE them boys

We ran it up than we relocated

Stackin why you always ducking off

Because I stick and move

Lil bro in the county

Last night lil bro he just made the news

I put money on my killas books

Why

Cause nigga if you knew what I knew

You would do it to

Don't think you safe behind them walls

Lil bro stick you up for a couple of soups

These niggas bunch of ducks and rabbits

These niggas looney toons

These niggas crashing out

Bout couple of bucks

They don't know what to do

Washing my hands with shorty

Right after we fuck

Like baby I'm threw with you

Back to the crib

I ain't standing on the block no more

But you know I got it tho

Yeah yeah

Cut all the lights in the room

Watch how my diamonds glow

Yeah yeah

Niggas stay tobacco free

But claiming that they want the smoke

Im in here bagging up

So I tell lil bro just watch the door

We in here smoking rapper weed

Every hit of this gone make you choke

We know to flush the shit

We seen them come

Before they hit the door

Monclear on me cause its cold

These burberry's step in any weather

I put that pole up on his ass

Now his niggas wanna see me later

I take care of all my bitches

I fuck now than I pay later

Call me mister now and later

Cause nigga I got hella flavors

Monclear on me cause its cold

These burberry's step in any weather

I put that pole up on his ass

Now his niggas wanna see me later

I take care of all my bitches

I fuck now than I pay later

Call me mister now and later

Cause nigga I got hella flavors

Yeah

Look

The grind don't stop

Making my way to the top

Ni**a Im pushing p's and keys

And I always keep my Glock

Ni**a you gone get shot

Trying to trip off what I got

Just like a place in line

Ni**a I aint gone Neva lose my spot

My wrist gotta rolley on it

Remember that b*tch use to be g-shock

I got colors in it

Now that b*tch look like a peacock

Boy you know I stay stocked

This shit make her face hot

She gone eat it up all night

Until the fucking plate drop

Look

Monclear on me cause its cold

These burberry's step in any weather

I put that pole up on his ass

Now his niggas wanna see me later

I take care of all my bitches

I fuck now than I pay later

Call me mister now and later

Cause nigga I got hella flavors

Look

Monclear on me cause its cold

These burberry's step in any weather

I put that pole up on his ass

Now his niggas wanna see me later

I take care of all my bitches

I fuck now than I pay later

Call me mister now and later

Cause nigga I got hella flavors