Chops on the track



See when I got Mercedes money, I went and got a Mercedes

When I got that Bentley money, I went and got that Bentley

Now if y'ain't help me make it, don't tell me how to spend it

And yes, I know the rules, never marry Robin Givens



Mice'll run all over bitches, so we call them bitches cheeseheads

Lambeau leap in that pussy like in Green Bay

Lambo' suite look like sugar on the freeway

And I'm "Ridin Dirty" 'cause I'm so U-G-K



One two three, wait, fo' fo' makes eight

Nine times out of 10 it's eleven or a 12 gauge

Friday the 13th, that's the day that hell raise

But y'all boys too weak, like fo'teen days



I'm so clean, why wouldn't I be?

I be with Ben Frank' so much he's startin' to look like me

I'ma smoke my weed â€~cause I don't wanna smoke yours

And I pour four, every time I pour



Like, "Is you sayin' somethin' bitch?

If ye ain't talkin 'bout us, we ain't talkin' 'bout shit"

I woke up this mornin', eyes half closed

I looked into the mirror and said, ‽Damn I'm coldâ€Â



Damn I'm cold, and my hoes

Pimp shit nigga keep payin' my hoes

Damn I'm cold, man I'm throwed

I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold



See when I got that slab money I put the Rivvy on blades

When I got that 'lac money I candied the Escalade

Got that screw in my deck, a house or two on my neck

A couple cars on my wrist and bitch I'm ready to wreck



We 'bout to do this for Pimp C, so pass me a bottle

I'm 'bout to pop the top on it like a slab or a model

Turn it upside down then po' it out for my lil' bro

Then pass me another one so I can po' out a lil' mo'



Fresher than Ozium, cleaner than wax floors

I'm slick as linoleum, swingin' my 'lac do's

Them Franklins you foldin' there, we tryin' to stack those

So fo' you play your role you need to learn how to act, hoes



Swangaz that crank fo's and tip in trunks'll bang

Haters get back and hoes'll flip with nuts who hang

It ain't a thang, make number 1's and ever will

I put that on my life, Bun B fo'ever trill, fo' real



Yeah, fuckin' right alright

Goin' at your neck like a barkin' dog bites

I woke up this mornin', eyes half closed

Looked into the mirror and said, ‽Damn I'm coldâ€Â



Damn I'm cold and my hoes

Pimp shit nigga keep payin' my hoes

Damn I'm cold, man I'm throwed

I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold



Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the chains?

Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the Range?

Or the bracelet, face it, you feel the chill in yo' veins

Could it be from Bun Beda or that boy Lil Wayne?



Or could it be the two-seater on them thangs?

Got on a couple gold chains, so dang-a-dang

I swang and bang from lane to lane

Yeah, it's gettin' hot and you startin' to feel the flame

Bun



It's getting' brick and you starting to feel the breeze

And the temperature's going down, best to get you some sleeves

And you best to get you some G's, 'fore you lose your control

And we turn your whole neighborhood into the North Pole



Like brrr, machine gun brrr

I am a beast grrr, money machine brrr

F-U-C-K, C-O-P's

I say 'I know' when they say 'Freeze!' yeah



Okay, you already knew

No pussies, no rats, no Tom & Jerry Show

And I woke up this mornin', eyes half closed

Looked into the mirror like, ‽Damn I'm coldâ€Â



Damn I'm cold and my hoes

Damn I'm cold, man I'm throwed

I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold



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