Cold Nights
(Wanted some money, I got it fasho)
Remember them cold nights on the road
Whole time I was broke
High heat on the stove
36 zips I get em gone
I got zips for the low
I brought the pot and the pan for your ho
I'm quick to pour up a 4
All of my shooters equipped, they on go
Wanted some money, I got it fasho
I feel like I'm Boomin' cause I want some more
These hoes wanna love me, I'm lovin' the dough
I know somebody gone wipe up your nose
Like what do you know
Your hoe on my dick and she hopped on the stove
I pop me a perc when I'm feeling alone
I don't need nobody, don't call up the phone
I'm going too fast
I'm on the fast lane, look like I did the dash
Praying to god, I won't crash
Hoping this money gone last, hollon
Took so many flights, just wanna go home
She came from the show, I got me some dome
I can't show no love cause my heart is chrome
I'm quick to bust a brick down
Call me from the brick pound
Cause a youngin' rich now, oh
Buddy told me that I got it
Stuck in the city, got used to the traffic
Went to the store, new designer, I bought it
Make the pack disappear like it's magic
Threw me the dub, can't believe that I caught it
Hunnids inside of the bank, my deposit
Remember them cold nights on the road
Whole time I was broke
High heat on the stove
36 zips I get em gone
I got zips for the low
I brought the pot and the pan for your ho
I'm quick to pour up a 4
All of my shooters equipped, they on go
Wanted some money, I got it fasho
I feel like I'm Boomin' cause I want some more
These hoes wanna love me, I'm lovin' the dough
I know somebody gone wipe up your nose
Like what do you know
Your hoe on my dick and she hopped on the stove
I pop me a perc when I'm feeling alone
I don't need nobody, don't call up the phone
Wanted some money, I got it fasho
I feel like I'm Boomin' cause I want some more
These hoes wanna love me, I'm lovin' the dough
I know somebody gone wipe up your nose
Like what do you know
Your hoe on my dick and she hopped on the stove
I pop me a perc when I'm feeling alone
I don't need nobody, don't call up the phone
Remember them cold nights on the road
Whole time I was broke
High heat on the stove
36 zips I get em gone
I got zips for the low
I brought the pot and the pan for your ho
I'm quick to pour up a 4
All of my shooters equipped, they on go
Remember them cold nights on the road
Whole time I was broke
High heat on the stove
36 zips I get em gone
I got zips for the low
I brought the pot and the pan for your ho
I'm quick to pour up a 4
All of my shooters equipped, they on go
Wanted some money, I got it fasho
I feel like I'm Boomin' cause I want some more
These hoes wanna love me, I'm lovin' the dough
I know somebody gone wipe up your nose
Like what do you know
Your hoe on my dick and she hopped on the stove
I pop me a perc when I'm feeling alone
I don't need nobody, don't call up the phone
I'm going too fast
I'm on the fast lane, look like I did the dash
Praying to god, I won't crash
Hoping this money gone last, hollon
Took so many flights, just wanna go home
She came from the show, I got me some dome
I can't show no love cause my heart is chrome
I'm quick to bust a brick down
Call me from the brick pound
Cause a youngin' rich now, oh
Buddy told me that I got it
Stuck in the city, got used to the traffic
Went to the store, new designer, I bought it
Make the pack disappear like it's magic
Threw me the dub, can't believe that I caught it
Hunnids inside of the bank, my deposit
Remember them cold nights on the road
Whole time I was broke
High heat on the stove
36 zips I get em gone
I got zips for the low
I brought the pot and the pan for your ho
I'm quick to pour up a 4
All of my shooters equipped, they on go
Wanted some money, I got it fasho
I feel like I'm Boomin' cause I want some more
These hoes wanna love me, I'm lovin' the dough
I know somebody gone wipe up your nose
Like what do you know
Your hoe on my dick and she hopped on the stove
I pop me a perc when I'm feeling alone
I don't need nobody, don't call up the phone
Wanted some money, I got it fasho
I feel like I'm Boomin' cause I want some more
These hoes wanna love me, I'm lovin' the dough
I know somebody gone wipe up your nose
Like what do you know
Your hoe on my dick and she hopped on the stove
I pop me a perc when I'm feeling alone
I don't need nobody, don't call up the phone
Remember them cold nights on the road
Whole time I was broke
High heat on the stove
36 zips I get em gone
I got zips for the low
I brought the pot and the pan for your ho
I'm quick to pour up a 4
All of my shooters equipped, they on go
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Writer(s): Jason Briones
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