COLD GAME - Instrumental

This whole mother****in' album fire

I know if this mother****er don't go number one, y'all niggas 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

Huh

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 b*****s fightin' in the club with they t*****s out (Haha)

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

Nigga 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 (M-M-M)

All the baddest b*****s 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 (Royces)

Makin' different choices, tryna see which corporate brand I'm signin' with for endorsements

You can catch me on the Forbes stuntin' (Stuntin')

Pink, green, blue bills, I don't discriminate the money

Like the Doomsday comin', I'ma run it up

You niggas run y'all shit suckers too much and ride ass

Get off my shit (Off my shit)

I'ma check in 'bout my bread, watch some niggas check out (Brrt)

We chiropractin' niggas neck, what that mean? Stretch him out (Brrt)

Playin' with the Gs, I got a murder fee

That lead to casualties, ayy, just pick out your tee

I live a fantasy, b*****s from Tel Avi

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 (Died for this, nigga)

But don't speak on wax, don't let this light skin fool ya

I'm 'bout what I rap, yeah

Ayy, ****ers, that's a regular thin

I need a ten-piece combo like some lemon pepper chicken wings

Ayy, I'm a big boss like I'm Rick Ross (Ayy, Ross)

You ass backwards, criss-cross

You chasin' b*****s over money, well, that's where you broke the la

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 (Feel like Hov, man)

Cross me when I gave you leeway

They play me like I'm 2K, don't call me, "Brother," nigga

That's my old name, my old b***h ****ed another nigg

Then a hundred niggas just to get back

And I remained the same (Still the same nigga)

Cold game, still same

Sunny days after rain, pain turn to pleasure, made a man (On God)

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