Seasons

On the Pole, on that where it cold at

You gon' need a cold hat

Sweater and some mo' shit

Countin' guala, my designer way better than your shit

These **** be talkin' be the same **** ain't on shit

I be on the Pole, on that where it cold at

You gon' need a cold hat

Sweater and some mo' shit

Countin' guala, my designer way better than your shit

These **** be talkin' be the same **** ain't on shit

I be on the Pole, on that where it cold at

You gon' need a cold hat

Sweater and some mo' shit

Countin' guala, my designer way better than your shit

These **** be talkin' be the same **** ain't on shit

I be on the Pole, over there where it's freezin' at

Swear to God, it get cold no matter whatever the season at

Know a real **** that told, don't give a fuck 'bout what his reason at

'Cause I'm a real ****, won't fold

If you my bro, I'll never leave you, and that's no bullshit

I'm with Savage Sheen on that bullshit

Got that Scottie Pippen with me, I'll empty a full clip

450 some Robin's, 'nother 450 for some new kicks

And my designer not made in China, this ain't no fu shit

So get off that bullshit, talkin' but never do shit

They like, "Pap, this shit cold"

"This shit old, just wait on my new shit!"

They like, "Pap, your wrist froze"

"This shit old, just wait on my new wrist!"

Put your brains on the floor, I'm a florist

I'm takin' flight on these ****, I'm a tourist

I be on the Pole, on that where it cold at

You gon' need a cold hat

Sweater and some mo' shit

Countin' guala, my designer way better than your shit

These **** be talkin' be the same **** ain't on shit

I be on the Pole, on that where it cold at

You gon' need a cold hat

Sweater and some mo' shit

Countin' guala, my designer way better than your shit

These **** be talkin' be the same **** ain't on shit

They say I'm the man, but I rather be rich than famous

All these bands just brought me all these haters, got me feelin' like I already made it

I can't take it

Got all these ****' bitches on my dick now

So many hoes, I don't know who to pick now

At the top, I don't never wanna get down

Look at my wrist now, look at my kicks now

Look at my fit, ****, look at my bitch now!

Bet you when I'm on I ain't never say, "I'm rich now"

This is for them hoes that said I wasn't on shit now

I don't be flauntin' it at all

Swear I got Gucci, Louie, Prada, True Religion, Rock, Robin's and all

And if you wanna see some designer, all you really gotta do is just look in my closet, that's all

I go crazy, go stupid, in the booth, I be boopin'

I keep Spazz right there with me, I swear he know all my new shit

**** sneak diss my name, when they see me, they never do shit

Blow out a **** brains, I can see that he never knew shit, he's clueless

Got a big mean roll on me, so I gotta keep a pole on me

Caught my last case 'cause a fuck **** told on me, swear, I don't even know homies

Got a, got a, got a, got a, got a big mean roll on me, so I gotta keep a pole on me

Caught my last case 'cause a fuck **** told on me

Swear, I don't even know homies

I be on the Pole, on that where it cold at

You gon' need a cold hat

Sweater and some mo' shit

Countin' guala, my designer way better than your shit

These **** be talkin' be the same **** ain't on shit

I be on the Pole, on that where it cold at

You gon' need a cold hat

Sweater and some mo' shit

Countin' guala, my designer way better than your shit

These **** be talkin' be the same **** ain't on shit

I be on the Pole, on that where it cold at

You gon' need a cold hat

Sweater and some mo' shit

Countin' guala, my designer way better than your shit

These **** be talkin' be the same **** ain't on shit

I be on the Pole, on that where it cold at

You gon' need a cold hat

Sweater and some mo' shit

Countin' guala, my designer way better than your