Cold Lyrics

My heart way too cold, ya

Come to the North see snow, ya

City Girl hit my phone, ya

Mind my business count dough, ya

Fill my cup it's low, ya

Pack my bowl want smoke, ya

I done seen it all let's go, ya

Keep my hitters on phone, ya

I got demons 'round me boy cuz they keep me in check

My heart way too cold ya I fill my lungs with rex

Pulled up in that Jeep truck boy cuz I jus love to flex

I'm jus gettin' started ya but I've heard I'm up next

I been up late, in the dark ya takin' meds to ease my stress

I was sellin' weed, makin' money at night and shit got a lil agress

Shorty jus hit my phone she say "I got a lil sum to confess"

Big booty vibe come thru I told that bitch to get undressed

My heart way too cold, ya

'Fore I get the bag it's sold, ya

Play my cards don't fold, ya

Pussy got caught he told, ya

My heart way too cold, ya

Keep my shooters on go, ya

Quarterback how she throw, ya

6 rings I want more, ya

My heart way too cold, ya

'Fore I get the bag it's sold, ya

Play my cards don't fold, ya

Pussy got caught he told, ya

My heart way too cold, ya

Keep my shooters on go, ya

Quarterback how she throw, ya

6 rings I want more, ya

(My heart way too cold)

My heart way too cold, ya

(I ain't got no love for, no love for these hoes)

Play my cards don't fold, ya

(And I don't trust a soul)

My heart way too cold, ya

My heart way too cold

Call that smoke Medusa cuz that bitch gon' leave me stoned

Yes I am a King me and my Queen got matching thrones

I just hit my side bitch now I think my covers blown

Ya she got that atty but I love the way she moan

I been up late, makin' moves outta town, my lil bitch need no gown

Ridin' thru your city, I call my cousin, I like the engine sound

Heard ya was talkin' that shit, I got the spot spin back around

Then we go wet the block, jus like my wrist I watch it drown

My heart way too cold, ya

'Fore I get the bag it's sold, ya

Play my cards don't fold, ya

Pussy got caught he told, ya

My heart way too cold, ya

Keep my shooters on go, ya

Quarterback how she throw, ya

6 rings I want more, ya

My heart way too cold, ya

'Fore I get the bag it's sold, ya

Play my cards don't fold, ya

Pussy got caught he told, ya

My heart way too cold, ya

Keep my shooters on go, ya

Quarterback how she throw, ya

6 rings I want more, ya

(My heart way too cold)

My heart way too cold, ya

(I ain't got no love for, no love for these hoes)

Play my cards don't fold, ya

(And I don't trust a soul)

My heart way too cold, ya

My heart way too cold