NLE Choppa, Rick Ross - Cold Game lyrics
NLE Choppa [Bryson Lashun Potts] Memphis, Tennessee. U.S. 🇺🇸
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[NLE Choppa, Rick Ross - Cold Game lyrics]
I know if this motherfucker
Don't go number one, y'all niggas hatin'
You heard it first from mama Choppa, bam
When the day is gone, you're all I need
When I close my eyes, it's all I see
Love me like I used to before (Rose) huh
Appetite for new timepieces
Ain't no time to lose
Ain't no lie, Jacob know me
I bought all kinds of jewels
Put the haters on me, trust me
I make all kinds of moves
Here dealing with these fakers 'til I
Make up all the rules
I just wanna ride around and
We lock the city down
All my bitches fightin' in the
Club with they titties out (Haha)
Double M, we Blowin' Budz
Put them Phillies out
And any boy get out of line
I came to sit him down
I had a million on my mind
But that's a billion now
Build a mansion out in Cali'
With the ceilings out
Nigga say they beefin' with me
But I'm still in town
I got the killers in chinchillas
We the realest out if you in your feelings
You gon' feel this now
You know this Double M
That's when you hear the sound (M-M-M)
All the baddest bitches came to get it down
And I know you on the 'shrooms
That's if you feel the bounce
(Maybach Music)
When the day is gone, you're all I need
When I close my eyes, it's all I see
Love me like you used to before
Patty wagons turn to Rolls-Royces, yeah
(Royces) makin' different choices
Tryna see which corporate brand I'm
Signin' with for endorsements
You can catch me on the Forbes stuntin'
(Stuntin') pink, green, blue bills
I don't discriminate the money
Like the Doomsday comin', I'ma run it up
You niggas run y'all dick suckers
Too much and ride dick
Get off my nuts (Off my nuts)
I'ma check in 'bout my bread
Watch some niggas check out (Brrt)
We chiropractin' niggas neck
What that mean? Stretch him out (Brrt)
Playin' with the Gs, I got a murder fee
That lead to casualties, ayy
Just pick out your tee
I live a fantasy, bitches from Tel Aviv
In the Florida Keys, ridin' jet skis
Pulled over
Made a pit stop to fuck on a beach
While she ride me
I'm thankin' God I'm out of the streets
I had the keys, the keys to feed the fiends
I had the rocks, took risks, the opps
They died for this and that
(Died for this, nigga)
But don't speak on wax
Don't let this light skin fool ya
I'm 'bout what I rap, yeah
Ayy, threesomes, that's regular thing
I need a ten-piece combo like
Some lemon pepper chicken wings
Ayy, I'm a big boss like I'm Rick Ross
(Ayy, Ross) you ass backwards, criss-cross
You chasin' bitches over money, well
That's where you broke the law
If a ho hit today
Then she gon' be here to stay
She ain't here while I'm broke, when
I'm rich, it's her loss, word to Drake
One-sixteen ain't enough, like I'm André 3K
Thirty-two bars like Jiggas
Feel like Hov, man (Feel like Hov, man)
Cross me when I gave you leeway
They play me like I'm 2K
Don't call me, "Brother, " nigga
That's my old name
My old bitch fucked another nigga
Then a hundred niggas just to get back
And I remained the same
(Still the same nigga) cold game, still same
Sunny days after rain, pain turn to pleasure
Made a man (On God)
When the day is gone, you're all I need
When I close my eyes, it's all I see
Love me like you used to before
This the takeover, y'all had your time
Now it's time to have mine
I know it's a lot to digest
Heart burn in your chest
From a rookie to a vet'
And I ain't even done yet