Cold Heart
She say she in love with me
I know that shit make believe
Cum right on her face before I leave
Baby it's Maybelline
Picture perfect
You know im in focus
Cuz we make the scene
Light work
I make this shit look easy
Cuz it's in my genes
I make one two three hoes go for me
Yea they'll do anything
Named my favorite Keisha Cole
She'll make a ratchet sing for me
Plus I can't trust too many
Crazy world so I stay with the team
Every nigga in here my brother
Trust me ain't no switching these
If I say I love you
Then I mean it til we R I P
Hop right in the whip
Flee the scene when we fuck up the streets
Always ready for that challenge
Bring em out cuz it's gon cost a fee
If you ain't want no smoke
Then get your scary ass up out the street
I need that money nigga
Middle fingers up for fake and phony niggas
Rollin' up a L
No you can't hit it
Do you know me nigga
Low key antisocial
Keep it quick unless we talking figures
And you can't come around asking for favors
If u own a nigga
Home team
I need my green 100k for me
Smoking in my section but these bitches they do everything
Money on my mind and on the table
I need everything thing
Boujie hoes start plotting
Bleed you out and leave you in the rain
It's not a game
Off the look you know we not the same
All Eyes on me
I pac two blunts and blow the pain away
Think B I G the sky the limit we gon make a way
Once them niggas see we winning
They gon feel it in a major way
Cold heart
Cold heart
Handful of money plus a cold heart
No trust
I been through some shit
You see the scars
I took that pain and made a mozart
Did it with a cold heart
Cold heart
Handful of money plus a cold heart
No trust
I been through some shit
You see the scars
I took that pain and made a mozart
Look
Money trees blowing in the breeze
I need a couple these
Fucking up my paper with such ease
I need some therapy
City going crazy
It ain't that hard to see
Out of towners keep coming in
But most of them never leave
Nigga stuck with harsh decisions
Give it up or choose to bleed
Brody said that he ain't going
Camera man he'll shoot the scene
Cold hearted
And I know my momma truly pray for me
Never been that nigga
But I been on edge
Don't play with me
Yea I'm on one
Or maybe two
The way a nigga feeling
Ready to go
I make my own rules
Baby said i'm tripping
I'm too paranoid
But not true
I just can't go out like that
Be smart with every play or move
Let them think they got the upper hand
Make sure keep it smoove
Then catch they ass off guard
And make your move it's either them or you
Like really what it do
I'm smoking out the window
Ash the blunt and then i cruise
Watch me swerve off with the bread
Like it's no limit to these moves
Cold heart
Cold heart
Handful of money plus a cold heart
No trust
I been through some shit
You see the scars
I took that pain and made a mozart
Did it with a Cold heart
Cold heart
Handful of money plus a cold heart
No trust
I been through some shit
You see the scars
I took that pain and made a mozart
When you down bad
You really find out who in your corner
See everybody talk that loyal shit
When it's time to be loyal everybody disappear
I know that shit make believe
Cum right on her face before I leave
Baby it's Maybelline
Picture perfect
You know im in focus
Cuz we make the scene
Light work
I make this shit look easy
Cuz it's in my genes
I make one two three hoes go for me
Yea they'll do anything
Named my favorite Keisha Cole
She'll make a ratchet sing for me
Plus I can't trust too many
Crazy world so I stay with the team
Every nigga in here my brother
Trust me ain't no switching these
If I say I love you
Then I mean it til we R I P
Hop right in the whip
Flee the scene when we fuck up the streets
Always ready for that challenge
Bring em out cuz it's gon cost a fee
If you ain't want no smoke
Then get your scary ass up out the street
I need that money nigga
Middle fingers up for fake and phony niggas
Rollin' up a L
No you can't hit it
Do you know me nigga
Low key antisocial
Keep it quick unless we talking figures
And you can't come around asking for favors
If u own a nigga
Home team
I need my green 100k for me
Smoking in my section but these bitches they do everything
Money on my mind and on the table
I need everything thing
Boujie hoes start plotting
Bleed you out and leave you in the rain
It's not a game
Off the look you know we not the same
All Eyes on me
I pac two blunts and blow the pain away
Think B I G the sky the limit we gon make a way
Once them niggas see we winning
They gon feel it in a major way
Cold heart
Cold heart
Handful of money plus a cold heart
No trust
I been through some shit
You see the scars
I took that pain and made a mozart
Did it with a cold heart
Cold heart
Handful of money plus a cold heart
No trust
I been through some shit
You see the scars
I took that pain and made a mozart
Look
Money trees blowing in the breeze
I need a couple these
Fucking up my paper with such ease
I need some therapy
City going crazy
It ain't that hard to see
Out of towners keep coming in
But most of them never leave
Nigga stuck with harsh decisions
Give it up or choose to bleed
Brody said that he ain't going
Camera man he'll shoot the scene
Cold hearted
And I know my momma truly pray for me
Never been that nigga
But I been on edge
Don't play with me
Yea I'm on one
Or maybe two
The way a nigga feeling
Ready to go
I make my own rules
Baby said i'm tripping
I'm too paranoid
But not true
I just can't go out like that
Be smart with every play or move
Let them think they got the upper hand
Make sure keep it smoove
Then catch they ass off guard
And make your move it's either them or you
Like really what it do
I'm smoking out the window
Ash the blunt and then i cruise
Watch me swerve off with the bread
Like it's no limit to these moves
Cold heart
Cold heart
Handful of money plus a cold heart
No trust
I been through some shit
You see the scars
I took that pain and made a mozart
Did it with a Cold heart
Cold heart
Handful of money plus a cold heart
No trust
I been through some shit
You see the scars
I took that pain and made a mozart
When you down bad
You really find out who in your corner
See everybody talk that loyal shit
When it's time to be loyal everybody disappear
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Linnear
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