Private Valet

[Intro]
Yo don't ever call yourself a man if you can't keep your composure nigga
Straight up, just a lil game for you
Uh, back on my shit, fresh off the tour bus
(Man, uh) Straight back to it

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Lambo Evo press a couple buttons park it right by the speed boat
Sipping on some rare shit, touchdown Chi town, mink and a rare bitch
Colored eyes, brown skin, and you know she real thick
'Nother half a million dollars spent, but I sleep good
Talking big numbers with the bitch while I grip the wood
Check it out, only speak facts though she hear me out
Heated toilets in the bathroom, sending emails out
She got a whole situation
But ready to risk it all
I ain't with the drama
When you ready, just givе me a call
I know I'm just checking the mail, but got that shit on
I'm a littlе younger than dude, but still big grown

[Chorus]
Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you, love for you
Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you, love for you
Yeah, aye aye aye

[Verse 2]
I can talk like that, cause I live that
You niggas know my background, don't play with it
Hothead, short-tempered quick to tote the semi
If you foggy in my city, can't be acting timid
Might do the mink with the midnight
Doors open in the Lamborghini, like fisheye
Nigga this my new trap, vacuum seal my adlibs
And then I send them to the track

[Chorus]
Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you, love for you
Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you, love for you
Yeah, aye aye aye