Fame - 2 Cold lyrics
rate mefeat. Chase N Cashe
I’m tryina make a killing, don’t stop my shine
These niggas make me wanna pop my 9
Don’t clock my time, bitch nigga I’m fine
Supposed to be at 5, showed in about 9
Arguing enough with my ex do text
See my newest chick and my bitch got stressed
Sure to keep a few bad bitches on deck
I been pimpin all day, man a nigga need rest
Tell em whack ass bitch niggas suck my dick
Fuckers you done think you ever criticize my shit
You ain’t fly like this, don’t get high like this
You ain’t never seen a motherfucker style like this
All my niggas wild as gang land
Let them chills fly off in your raybans
Come from the city where they moving that cane
Fam niggas get to choppin rocks up like cavemen
Told my niggas we be rich, plans still the same
Man they never gonna switch
So a nigga don’t rock unless the shit look crist’
And a bitch can’t ride unless her ass on thick
Only get to polish, gng shining Versace
Shoe game murder, fuck around and catch a body
Fresh ass nigga getting fly just a hobby
Slick rick gold on, that o ladidadi
That swag, that coi, that whatever you call it
I don’t even rock it if the lames can’t afford it
Overseas hoes, all my bitches be imported
So the bullshit you talking man just really ain’t imported
Philly niggas tell me that I’m in my bag
Find your favorite rapper cd in my trash
Nigga fix your face, why you look so mad
I ain’t even gotta ask
[Hook] x 2
Cause they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them hoes say I’m that nigga,
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them bad hoes say I’m that nigga
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them hoes say I’m that nigga,
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them bad hoes say I’m that nigga
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
Nigga say they fly, they ain’t really fly
See me I really fly, I live in the sky
Condo 444th floor, really high
Everyday I wake up, I be next to god
Everyday I wake up, I be next to dimes
In the kitchen fixing food for me it’s a 9
Look, I got a crazy 8, but my 7 is what as she got
Great credit, but her head is better
Her pussy got good feel like suede and leather
I ball, she club, we play together
But I never love a hoe, we don’t stay together
See our grind is a job we get paid together
All work, more paid, my gang forever
Main motive my name, wordplay is clever
Main motive my name, so I chase the cash
First to do it, and I made it last
I get paid to brag, paid to shine
Paid to think and I get paid to rhyme
Paid cause a nigga self made from grind
You might get that too nigga take your time
Gotta wait in line, boy grab that ticket
I ain’t going nowhere so grab that snickers
Flash middle fingers and I grab my dick
Screaming what’s my name while I fuck bad bitches
[Hook] x 2
Cause they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them hoes say I’m that nigga,
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them bad hoes say I’m that nigga
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them hoes say I’m that nigga,
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them bad hoes say I’m that nigga
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them bad hoes say I’m that nigga
So high, so high, I got clouds all up in my eyes
Mac roll another weed about to get live
My nigga prince faded lookin like he gonna die
Mind do you think for a star game nigga
Put on for Brooklyn like them Barclay niggas
World all mine like scarface nigga
Told her pop another molly, make the heart race, nigga
And we gonna get stoned, so stoned, so stoned,
Stoned again, that’s my team
Rep that shit till a nigga turn clean
Until then pour a nigga that lean
Make a nigga go dumb in this bitch
Fresh nigga from the slum in this bitch
Never come to the bitch, she will throw a nigga pussy
Cause I sung for the bitch
Now a nigga tryina dip it, tryina run from this bitch
God damn, margelo kicks with the souls all 10
Killa on the track nigga no not kim
No co signs so alone I stand
But boy I ain’t trippin, I’m a grown ass man
Tell mister Robertson this traffic it’s just on
Now …a grammy nominated, mbk, we on one
That’s why I go juice for, don’t need a hater saying I told you so
That’s why I talk shit that they can’t do for
Rock through they hood looking good with the cruise slow
Stuntin, and a nigga still stuntin
Started it from bottom and I built it from nothing
Even know a nigga ain’t get invited
Hoes get excited
[Hook] x 2
Cause they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them hoes say I’m that nigga,
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them bad hoes say I’m that nigga
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them hoes say I’m that nigga,
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them bad hoes say I’m that nigga
Man they know I’m that nigga, man they know I’m that nigga
All them bad hoes say I’m that nigga.
