COLD GAME Lyrics – NLE Choppa
This whole motherfuckin’ album fire
I know if this *** 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 (Rose)
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 ’round and we lock the city down
All my *** fightin’ in the club with they *** out (Haha-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
*** say they beefin’ with me, but I’m still in town
I got the killers 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 *** 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
Pattu 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 niggas run y’all *** suckers too much and ride ***
Get off my nuts (Off my nuts)
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 *** fee
That lead to casualties, ayy, just pick out your tee
I live a fantasy, *** from [?]
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, ***)
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 (Ayy, Ross)
You ass 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 Andre3K, 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,” ***
That’s my old name, my old *** *** another ***
Then a hundred niggas just to get back
And I remained the same
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, heartburn in your chest
From a rookie to a vet’
And I ain’t even done yet