I’m Cold

Verse 1:
Flow chilly im illy my bitch from Sicily
Jersey shore shit don't know her name but she kissin me
I literally walk up in the club and kill an enemy
My apparel is Moncler, we don't waste no energy
Patron, Clicquot, we ain't moving perico
You fucking with a cold nigga yeah below zero
And I don't save no money baby I am no hero
And I don't save no bitch so I ain't
Mad you let my man go
Cool Grey surface the Earth, they serving purposes
I am killing every rapper here serving hearses
No matter who you go and get, I just U.S. Open shit
Serena asses everywhere gambling my poker tips
Red berry Cheri got your bitch all in the mood
So we Nicki Minaj, guess it's better if it's two
I do; I do. I'm married to the money
I just got finished sinning
But I'm in the church on Sunday

Hook:
Dammit! I'm Cold! I'mma need a mink on
I'mma kill a rapper; they gon' need a tombstone
I'ma need a bitch, no matter if she's luke warm
I'mma need her brain; she gon' get her school on
Cold nigga: Alaska!
I blast off in your girl: NASA!
She believe everything I say: Pastor!
I hit her then I get ghost: Casper!
I'm Cold! Yeah nigga, I'm Cold!
I'm Cold! Yeah nigga, I'm Cold!
I'm Cold! Yeah nigga, I'm Cold!
I'm Cold! Yeah nigga, I'm Cold!

Verse 2:
Bonjour, bonjour, bumpin Bon Jovi
Read the verse in Genesis cause my momma told me
Man who? Y'all nosy, y'all are so Ginobili
Ice cold, ice cold, the polar bears know me
Feelin' real fresh today
Don't believe in yesterday
And I'm 'bout my cheese Jack
You can call me Monterey
Keep these haters at bay, man: Mandalay
And I'm ecstatic cause my cousin got a job today
Told him leave that weed alone
But to each his own
And every bar of mine got a shot of cortisone
Put the booth in a funeral home
And I'mma kill a local rapper if they
Put me on they song
Income tax season
I'mma spend it all in Polo
Only if it's Purple
And it doesn't have a logo
Yeah a nigga cold, even in Hell's Kitchen
Leave it to Cliff Lee
We ain't buyin' what you pitchin' motherfucker

Hook