Cold Lyrics by Rico Nasty & Kenny Beats
[Robotic Voice & Rico Nasty]
Hey, you there. Aren’t you tired of the same old thing, in everyday, every minute, every second, everybody, everything?
Kenny!
[Rico Nasty]
It be the same thing, just on a different day
This ain’t no bud, this shit ain’t gon’ fade away
No one want fadeaway, shots like a fadeaway
Smile in a hater’s face, watch what the fuck you say
I got some crazy waves, do it like Simon says
Look at my diamonds-es, born in a lion’s den
If you ain’t got it, then why you be lyin’ it?
Don’t do no arguing, we do the opposite
Niggas go crazy, got hands like a octopus
Niggas ain’t stoppin’ us, bitches be watching and clockin’ us
She wanna be me, it’s obvious, we pulling up in them [?]
You be steady driving Impalas, bumble bees all on my collar
Is my name Lonzo? I’m ballin’, ballin’
Let me know, give me a holla
Put on a show, no Apollo
Clap it up on me like brothel
I’m busy, please don’t bother
Made more money than your father
Can’t get to me, why bother?
I just left from the Bahamas, my money keep getting longer
Walk in, I smell like marijuana
[Rico Nasty]
She can try but she don’t compete
When I pull up, you know it’s me
Ain’t none of these bitches cold as me
Cross you just like a rosary
Sauced up, I got a bowl on me
These VVS’s, deez ain’t see-through
You talkin’ tough then you get beat
Fuck a cop, you copped a plea
[Rico Nasty]
None of these bitches cold as me (Me, me)
I swear none of these bitches cold as me (Me, me, go!)
None of these bitches cold as me (Me, me)
I swear ain’t none of these bitches cold as me (Me, me)
[Rico Nasty]
Riding in a Maserati, like Scotty I’m with two hotties
I ain’t just walk in the party, I brought the drugs to the party
We smell like somebody fart, I finish that shit and start it
Push to start: it be my car, because my car is always foreign
If I got the ball, I’m scorin’, new car and the engine roarin’
Make it rain, it started pourin’, I feel so fly, I started soarin’
Don’t cost us whenever I’m tourin’, these bitches basic and borin’
Tryna keep up but you can’t afford it
My ego big, I’m so important
[Rico Nasty]
She can try but she don’t compete
When I pull up, you know it’s me
Ain’t none of these bitches cold as me
Cross me just like a rosary
Sauced up, I got a bowl on me
These VVS’s, deez ain’t see-through
You talkin’ tough then you get beat
Fuck a cop, you copped a plea
[Rico Nasty]
None of these bitches cold as me (Me, me)
I swear none of these bitches cold as me (Me, me, go!)
None of these bitches cold as me (Me, me)
I swear ain’t none of these bitches cold as me (Me, me)
From Album: Anger Management (2019)
01. Cold
02. Cheat Code
03. Hatin
04. Big Titties (feat. EarthGang)
05. Skit
06. Relative
07. Mood (feat. Splurge)
08. Sell Out
09. Again