COLD GAME (Sped Up|Explicit) - NLE Choppa/Rick Ross

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/William Roberts/Raphael Udo III/Ashot Akopian/Tim Gomringer/Kevin Gomringer/Jaquetta Singleton/Nathalia Marshall/Jordan Loreal

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

Love me like I used to before

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 ******* fightin' in the club with they titties out

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

N***a 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

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

Love me like you used to before

Patty wagons turn to Rolls-Royces yeah

Makin' different choices tryna see which corporate brand

I'm signin' with for endorsements

You can catch me on the Forbes stuntin'

Pink green blue bills I don't discriminate the money

Like the Doomsday comin' I'ma run it up

You n***as run y'all dick suckers too much and ride dick

Get off my nuts off my

I'ma check in 'bout my bread watch some n***as check out

We chiropractin' n***as neck what that mean

Stretch him out

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 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

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

You a*s backwards criss-cross

You chasin' ******* 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

'Cross me when I gave you leeway

They play me like I'm 2K don't call me

Brother n***a

That's my old name my old ***** ****** another n***a

Then a hundred n***as just to get back

And I remained the same

Cold game still same

Sunny days after rain pain turn to pleasure made a man

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

Done yet

Done yet

Done yet