[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Every
Single
Eye should see me wearin' all this gold
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold
I don't ever take no shit
But I might take your ho
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold

[Verse 1: Bricc Baby]
All this ice in my chain like brrr (brrr)
Imma walk [?]
[?] too clear
N***a so fly, you could put me [?]
Hold up, [?]
You n***as better cuff your hoes
Trap house got my bank roll swole
Got em' down with the [?]
Me and my n***as don't play that
This K, hand it to me Imma spray that
I'm gettin' money like a fuckin' Arab
Cookin' boss shit, n***a no Maybach

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Every
Single
Eye should see me wearin' all this gold
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold
I don't ever take no shit
But I might take your ho
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Uh, I already know
Walk in this bitch
Got your chick's face froze
Its a white kinda night
I ain't talkin' bout snow
Goin' straight to the shots
Let a n***a unload
N***a I'm cold, n***a I'm cold
Champagne on ice, sippin' on Rose
Standin' on the couch, never trippin' on toes
Waitress here cuz we tippin' them hoes
There's enough guap, it'll go around
N***a VIP, I'm a pro now
Was a freshman playin' in the pros now
Lay a mothafucka down like post out
You know how it go now
Its like its a mothafuckin' ghost town
See a lot of hoes round
You better get your bitches [?]

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Every
Single
Eye should see me wearin' all this gold
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold
I don't ever take no shit
But I might take your ho
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold
[Verse 3: HardHead]
I been all around the world ho
Gettin' this bread
Why these n***as just broke
[?]
Mr. Fuck You
What you wanna do, what I mean it man
Say my iron low but I ain't a God damn bulimic
Wife beater and a bandanna
Bitch I'm Hulk Hogan
Whole team with the shit
Tell a bitch to bust it open
Bust it down, pack it up, put it on her, bust her open
Tell her bring that money back on the first thing smokin'
Skinny n***a, bi-polar
Give a bitch the cold shoulder
Game over lame I told ya
We ain't playin that shit
Fuck skinny n***a trippin'
We ain't boys
Bitch listen for that love
Get the first round easy
A. Wiggins

[Outro: Kid Ink]
Every
Single
Eye should see me wearin' all this gold
N***a I'm cold
N***a I'm cold