Текст песни COLD GAME - NLE Choppa

This whole mother- album fire
I know if this mother- don't go number one, y'all - 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
You love me like you used to before (rose, huh, M-M-M-M)

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 move
Here dealin' with these fakers 'til I make up all the rule

I just wanna ride around and we lock the city down
All my - fightin' in the club with they - out (haha)
Double M, we blowin' Budz, put 'em Phillies out
And any boy get outta 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
- 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 - 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
You 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 - run y'all - too much and ride -, get off my - (off my nuts)
I'ma check in 'bout my bread, watch some - check out (brrt)
We chiropractin' - 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, - from Tel Aviv, in the Florida Keys, ridin' jet skis
Pulled over, made a pit stop to - on a beach
While she ride me, I'm thankin' God I'm outta the skreets

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, -)
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 thang

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 - backwards, criss-cross
You chasin' - over money, well, that's where you broke the law
If a - 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
116 ain't enough, like I'm André 3K, 32 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", -

That's my old name (that's my old name), my old - another -
Then a hunnid - just to get back
And I remained the same (still the same -), 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
You love me like you used to before

This the takeover, huh, 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