Letra de COLD GAME - NLE Choppa

(Feat. Rick Ross)

This whole motherfuckin' album fire

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

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