Cold

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Kanye West!
(Swag King Cole!)
DJ Khaled!

[Hook:]
Can't a young nigga get money any more?
Tell PETA, my mink is dragging on the floor.
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?

[Verse 1:]
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik,
I told you mahfuckas it was more than the music.
In the projects one day, to Project Runway.
We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it.
I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up,
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it.
To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid,
And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin with no parachute.
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!
Don't talk about style 'cause I embarrass you.
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick,
Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz.
And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim
Around the same time she had fell in love with him.
Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang.
Luckly, I ain't had Jay drop him from the team.
La Familia, Roc Nation.
We in the building, we still keep it basement.
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin with no parachute.
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news
Don't talk about style 'cause I'll embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you!
GOOD Music, we fresh, we fresh,
Anything else, we detest, detest.
Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts.
All that said, let me ask this quest'.

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you.
Talking 'bout clothes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you.
Hollering 'bout some hoes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you.
Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu.

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