[Intro]
Ooh woh
Yeah, yeah


[Chorus]
We get Cold Money, Baby we ain't trying to talk (shhy)
I get dog no worries, but they still talk shit
All these clowns made up on me
I'm the only one they heat
Ain't no one stays on me, Mr. Clean with the dripp
Told the bitch you wanna fuck up hop in the rodeo role the dough
If It's nere by bed this bitch thinks she bad doue
Hunni past true the mail we get lost we let it go
We ain't share the client tell
Done got no more of us broh, (ain't no more)


[Verse 1]
We ain't cake come and share to play
Go get your moneys, see how many of your niggers hey
I've been grinding stay to stay, shadys they gonna keep me straight
A lot people act like they my brothers but they really snakes
You ain't been through what I've been through dwag
How you gonna relate?
I work best when I'm alone I get inspired by all my pain
Look up at the sky and tell my people I'mma be Okay!
Look up at the sky tell my people that I'm gonna be straight


[Chorus]
Get Cold Money Baby we ain't trying to talk (shhy)
I get dog no worries but they still talk shit
All these clowns made up on me
I'm the only one they heat
Ain't no one stays on me, Mr. Clean with the dripp
Told the bitch you wanna fuck up hop in the rodeo role the dough
If It's nere by bed this bitch thinks she bad doue
Hunni past true the mail we get lost we let it go
We ain't share the client tell
Done got no more of us broh, (ain't no more)

[Verse 2]
Pistol on my lap past driving true the getto
Pocket full of rackets, I see the Police hit the pedal
Get my heart cold that's why I bust down the bazel
And please do not compare cause they know we're nere my level
Party in my lanes I can't see none of you broke fools
Bitching real life, but he is gangster all them pro tools
Think I'm just a rapper with (thh)
Can't wait to show you, how's you a trophy
Cutter homies don't know you
I be with some demons my youngin just made 30 dirty, dirty
Put that whole 30 on his back just like a curry jersey
We be comfortabel everywhere we go
They be hella worried
I'mma keep it gangster till I buried


[Chorus]
Get Cold Money Baby we ain't trying to talk (shhy)
I get dog no worries but they still talk shit
All these clowns made up on me
I'm the only one they heat
Ain't no one stays on me, Mr. Clean with the dripp
Told the bitch you wanna fuck up hop in the rodeo role the dough
If It's nere by bed this bitch thinks she bad doue
Hunni past true the mail we get lost we let it go
We ain't share the client tell
Done got no more of us broh, (ain't no more)