Letra

We can handle this like neanderthals Or we can get into some player shit Stoned on ocean Here we go The interior on my Cadillac make em sick Won't you please give em' a bucket they can puke in (throw up in) Act like its killing em to see me get rich Probably die when they see me in my new shit Slinging drugs but this music moving units Baby close her eyes listenin to it, she dream of screwing Mind control, pimpin' my pen Ink drippin' down the whole stroll, I get payed again (yeah) Cold gang, got me in that mouth sayin' Cold gang, colder than my champagne Cold gang, writing that cocaine (Yeah) Drop it if you got it Talkin' bout them tops, Three hundred thousand dollar exotic Smokin' out jet fuel talkin' like pilots Hit the vocal booths and lay down them narcotics I was contemplating stoppin' Got an email from mos def he say he's still watchin' [That's big bro so that means a lot, he way over seas so you know how them phones acting and shit] Cold gang, got me in that mouth sayin' Cold gang, colder than my champagne Cold gang, writing that cocaine That'll buy me anything That'll buy me anything Everything Whatever man Keep the heat in it chevy on them switches nigga Smoking weed in it rolling and I'm pimping in it Cold gang, got me in that mouth sayin' Cold gang, got me new pinky rings Cold gang, got me this heavy gold chain Cold gang, spit it right in that cocaine Cold gang, What you even know mang Cold gang
Writer(s): Thelma Gordy, Richard Street, Warren Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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