Cold Case ft. B. Lewie & Eli Myles Lyrics

You take paper, you take plastic

See it poking on the gram can I grab it

Save her number as Ms. Jackson if she nasty

You the baddest on the planet if you ask me

Oh you came no waist

All natural no lace

Say you out here killing bitches cold case

I mean yeah okay you the one ya don't say

You know boss ass niggas don't chase

Call me off a lemon drop

She want me to drop dick

She be talking while we fuck I can't even comprehend

Affirmations while she orgasm boost her confidence

She look bad with her hair tied off a jogging fit

Never judge a book by its cover but the plot thick

I could tell that pussy get wet and that's the plot twist

I'll never tell the guys about you I don't t dry snitch

But I heard you telling your friends you was my bitch

Fuck your pretty ass from the back sound like the Nola clap

You a hustler you like when niggas can give you orders yeah

Send yo Amazon cart to me I'm paying for it yeah

When you want this package just say it I'm at your doorstep

Know them racks run in my genes it's like a corset

Blow it like a quartet I know you ain't been spoiled in a while

You know my style

I say everything to make you smile

Ten "k" in blues make a pile

You take paper, you take plastic

See it poking on the gram can I grab it

Save her number as Ms. Jackson if she nasty

You the baddest on the planet if you ask me

Oh you came no waist

All natural no lace

Say you out here killing bitches cold case

I mean yeah okay you the one ya don't say

You know boss ass niggas don't chase

She called me off them green teas told her come and see me

Say she from the west but her hair long like Ming Lee

Ass hanging off the back but them tittles bee sting

I'm the type a nigga to put a G in your G string

Aye you pop up to the crib where I live I got to dead it

Only pushing premium I never come unleaded

Pull up in that coupe I'm bouta swoop you swoop yo edges

Boy you always oh damn I do I'll do it better

Gone be playing with that rose until she pushing daffodils

In her bag pulling out the toy she a happy meal

No I'm not on Twitter tryna diss bitch I'm that for real

Bae my life a movie not on Tubi they just acting real

Bad but you a baller oh you in your Glamaholic

She done lost her panties and her phone I had to call it

I know you for the streets I'm not the type to snatch you off them

I'd rather snatch a bag I'm counting paper at the office