Relly the Emcee - Cold

World famuzz music group
T-streetz waddup

Forty thousand on my album budget
Twenty thousand on my shopping budget
Sixty thousand that was profit money
I'm the plug and these ho's wanna sock it to me
I'm doing numbers like the lottery
Now we hustle for the finer things
I'm accomplishing my wildest dream
I'm piling cream my bitch thicker than Katanah Tease
And she don't smoke but she roll it for me
She don't cook but she can boil an Onion
I get the cream and the chips
They don't notice nothing
Keys in the whip like i left the motor running
We taking out of town trips to get the yola jumping
Google translator let the plug know i'm coming
Now my game so cold that its throwing punches
Knock a nigga cold out like robitussin
Big money that's what ima get
I need my seat up at the table that's where ima sit
I figured out the rap game it was common sense
Nigga get the money fuck the politics
Now my game cold

Now my game cold
The change in the roles
Is explained in the growth
Tryna change what we gross mane
Run a fade let me know
Three two one and we go

I get that money niggas dream about
Twelve fifty for an even ounce
And my plug never seen a drought
Well maybe once or twice
But that don't even count
New J's match my fly fit
New frames on my eyelids
Bitch i'm popping like fried fish
But tell em ho's i'm not a snack i'm a side dish
Oh baby tell me you don't mind
If i get behind it like i'm giving you the heimlich
I got that touch like midas
And ill pay you for that pussy if it's priceless
Shoot dices, We Vikings
On go, teen titans
Jew lawyers, no rikers
The only bars i'm ever seeing is the ones i'm writing
Nigga ima need a hundred lighters
Marathon og until my lungs retire
I got that hustle like Nipsey plus the flow is fire
But i can make the beat freeze if i so desire

Now my game cold
The change in the roles
Is explained in the growth
Tryna change what we gross mane
Run a fade let me know
three two one and we go
Now my game cold
The change in the roles
Is explained in the growth
Tryna change what we gross mane
This the lane that we chose
This the lane that we chose

Now my game cold
(Cold cold)
Now my game cold
(Cold cold)
Run a fade let me know
three two one and we go
Now my game cold
Now my game cold
Now my game cold
It's just a real thing bro
This the lane that we chose

Bundle up tight cuz my swagger so cold
So cold you couldn't melt it on the stove
Frost bites on the mic when i flow
Watch your toes
And my foes want control but i ain't seeing defeat
I payed the cost to be the boss
You want to see the receipt
You want that gas twenty three for a P
See we ain't friends and I ain't pitching for free
So pay the fee
Niggas cheap but I'm piling up the cream indeed
They stay broke like Mcdonald's ice cream machine
I met Nas the other week
I've been achieving dreams
He told me stay up on my grind
And keep my team supreme
World famuzz yeah we up next
The money blue like its upset
And if you ever wanna come test
My shooters come with sticks like a drumset
Relly so cold

Now my game cold
The change in the roles
Is explained in the growth
Tryna change what we gross mane
Run a fade let me know
three two one and we go
Now my game cold
The change in the roles
Is explained in the growth
Tryna change what we gross mane
This the lane that we chose
This the lane that we chose
Now my game cold
The change in the roles
Is explained in the growth
Tryna change what we gross mane
Run a fade let me know
three two one and we go
Now my game cold
The change in the roles
Is explained in the growth
Tryna change what we gross mane
This the lane that we chose
This the lane that we chose

Written by:
Davion Green, Terrell Miller

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