Lyrics A Cold Sunday - Lil Yachty

It's a cold Sunday to complain
I hold it in until it rain
I fought demons after fame
I spent millions on terrain
I treat my b- just like Diana
Pretty princess, hold the Fanta

2003 Dolce Gabbana, jeans make her a- look fatter
We gon' catch him outside, he don't got no money for the backup
I ran 30 million in the ground, baby, now I'm back up (Heaven must've sent you)
She a city girl, I'm the real reason that she act up (from the clouds above)

She talk back, I make her pack up, send her home on Spirit
Something in my spirit made me not believe or fear
I know b- parrots, so I'm watchin' how I'm speakin'
Single but I'm creepin', my main b- don't need a headache (ooh)

Half a mil' on Maybach, tires flat, I never drive 'em (hmm)
Pretty h- need stylin', Balenci' shopping got 'em wildin'
Tweakin' out on Collins, in my veins, the molly throbbin' (Heaven must've sent you) (geekin')
Rich as hell, still robbin', ain't no love the way I'm rockin' (from the clouds above)
Bentley color goblin, forest green, the lane I'm hoggin' (spin)
Wrap the P like swallin', get it through yo' f- noggin (damn)

Money's first, I'm always dialed in, ooh (krrt)
Money's first, I'm always dialed in, is that a problem? (Go)
I made 'em off a TV like I work for Viacom
Doggy didn't stay for long, he left when the sirens rung

Flyest n- with turnt b-, BDs in the tightest diamonds (Heaven must've sent you)
I could've put out wildfires, at the house behind barbed wire (from the clouds above)
25, but living like I'm 50 with three kids
All these b- in my biz, five-hundred thousand on my b- (ooh)

F- if you don't like me
I'ma still get faded more than likely, it's enticing
I'll die for my respect

Heaven must've sent you (to us)
From the clouds above