Rich Homie Quan - Heart Cold lyrics
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rich Homie Quan - Heart Cold lyrics]
Izze the Producer
They throwin' rocks and hide their hands
I ain't surprised
I don't stand in traps I no longer supervise
I thank God every night before
I close my eyes beefin' with them niggas
Shot at them like three times (Three times)
If I'm wrong then I don't wanna be right
(No way)
Got my phone in the back of my Levi's
And I still don't trust no
Bitch 'cause at the end, she lied
I got these hundred in the safe
Stacked up knee high
Fuckin' hoes gettin' old
Gettin' money ain't new
Shawty thinkin' I'ma business man 'cause she
Seen Homie in a suit, huh
Top drop at anytime, need a GPS for the roof
And I don't really like no nigga who talk a
Lot, rather show me what you gon' do, huh
Parallel in the parking lot
I'm rollin' smoked out in the coupe
Got these hundred dollar bills
In rubber bands 'cause
I don't like to carry money loose
Got a couple bands on these niggas'
Head, if I say the word, they gon' shoot
And I ain't beefin' with no nigga
'bout no bitch, to me, that ain't cool
It's too much money to be made out here, yeah
Gotta keep my gun, it ain't safe out here
Been stayin' down
Can't show my face 'round here
And I ain't trippin' cut the lights out
Got this cross on my chest and
You know it's iced out
Heart cold, ice box eyes closed, lights out
Chicago White Sox talk hard, pipe down
Shootin' shit, head target
Dead friend, red carpet
I can't hear you nigga money anyway
Say it louder talk loud, nah, nigga
Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone
Just in case you wanna call a nigga
I'm paranoid, geeked up i see dead people
I see you before you comin'
I'm lookin' through the peephole
The G code, yeah, you know I'm stickin' to it
Turn the volume up on these headphones
I wanna listen to it
Keep the chopper, yeah, in the back, man
And let the pistol do it
Can't close my eyes
Gotta face my fear just grip and do it
Stick and move
You know I'm stickin' to what we planned
He sick of losin'
I heard he spent all of his advance
Feel like a movie
I walked in feelin' just like the man
On every move I hit
I make sure I had my mask right hand truth
I swear I will never take the stand
I swear I shoot
Just look at the blisters on my hand
Shine bright, headlight
I gotta make the transaction if
You got the bread right
This cross make me feel like
Heart cold, ice box eyes closed, lights out
Chicago White Sox talk hard, pipe down
Shootin' shit, head target
Dead friend, red carpet
I can't hear you nigga money anyway
Say it louder talk loud, nah, nigga
Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone
Just in case you wanna call a nigga
I'm paranoid, geeked up i see dead people
I see you before you comin'
I'm lookin' through the peephole
Heart cold, ice box eyes closed, lights out
Talk hard, pipe down
I can't hear you nigga money anyway
Say it louder
Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone
Just in case you wanna call a nigga
I see dead people i see dead people
They throwin' rocks and hide their hands
I ain't surprised
I don't stand in traps I no longer supervise
I thank God every night before
I close my eyes beefin' with them niggas
Shot at them like three times (Three times)
If I'm wrong then I don't wanna be right
(No way)
Got my phone in the back of my Levi's
And I still don't trust no
Bitch 'cause at the end, she lied
I got these hundred in the safe
Stacked up knee high
Fuckin' hoes gettin' old
Gettin' money ain't new
Shawty thinkin' I'ma business man 'cause she
Seen Homie in a suit, huh
Top drop at anytime, need a GPS for the roof
And I don't really like no nigga who talk a
Lot, rather show me what you gon' do, huh
Parallel in the parking lot
I'm rollin' smoked out in the coupe
Got these hundred dollar bills
In rubber bands 'cause
I don't like to carry money loose
Got a couple bands on these niggas'
Head, if I say the word, they gon' shoot
And I ain't beefin' with no nigga
'bout no bitch, to me, that ain't cool
It's too much money to be made out here, yeah
Gotta keep my gun, it ain't safe out here
Been stayin' down
Can't show my face 'round here
And I ain't trippin' cut the lights out
Got this cross on my chest and
You know it's iced out
Heart cold, ice box eyes closed, lights out
Chicago White Sox talk hard, pipe down
Shootin' shit, head target
Dead friend, red carpet
I can't hear you nigga money anyway
Say it louder talk loud, nah, nigga
Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone
Just in case you wanna call a nigga
I'm paranoid, geeked up i see dead people
I see you before you comin'
I'm lookin' through the peephole
The G code, yeah, you know I'm stickin' to it
Turn the volume up on these headphones
I wanna listen to it
Keep the chopper, yeah, in the back, man
And let the pistol do it
Can't close my eyes
Gotta face my fear just grip and do it
Stick and move
You know I'm stickin' to what we planned
He sick of losin'
I heard he spent all of his advance
Feel like a movie
I walked in feelin' just like the man
On every move I hit
I make sure I had my mask right hand truth
I swear I will never take the stand
I swear I shoot
Just look at the blisters on my hand
Shine bright, headlight
I gotta make the transaction if
You got the bread right
This cross make me feel like
Heart cold, ice box eyes closed, lights out
Chicago White Sox talk hard, pipe down
Shootin' shit, head target
Dead friend, red carpet
I can't hear you nigga money anyway
Say it louder talk loud, nah, nigga
Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone
Just in case you wanna call a nigga
I'm paranoid, geeked up i see dead people
I see you before you comin'
I'm lookin' through the peephole
Heart cold, ice box eyes closed, lights out
Talk hard, pipe down
I can't hear you nigga money anyway
Say it louder
Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone
Just in case you wanna call a nigga
I see dead people i see dead people