Mac Miller - Cold ft Curren$y lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

Who the coldest motherfucker in the room?

Coldest motherfucker in the room?

Who the coldest motherfucker in the room?

Coldest motherfucker in the room?

Who the coldest motherfucker that you know?

Who the coldest motherfucker that you know?

Bring him ’round here he’s gettin’ froze

(He’s gettin’ froze, he’s gettin’ froze)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Roll it up, let’s smoke

And tell me why your bitch look like Glenn Close

I’m on my own two, that’s ten toes

First a rule of sly, somebody says go

Why you bent low when your Jordans’ retro

Girls playin’ games for the bills, they Drew Bledsoe

There’s a lot that you can buy, but I’ll never own

And a lot of information that I’ll never know

Learn ’til they get concerned for my sanity

Your life is filled with vanity, needs a little clarity

This the truth, this a taste, can you handle it?

A million dollars couldn’t cover up the damages

Naked girl at the crib makin’ sandwiches

And when we makin’ love I got a candle lit

Some romantic shit to put her in the mood

The world woke me up, now I’m lookin’ at the snooze

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Life, look at my hands I’m the lord of the rings

Musical cocaine brought me all of these Carrera keys

Soft top goin’ hard on the block freeze that talk

And that plot about walkin’ up on me

No security just my homies, the well dressed army

Presidential arm piece, my credentials I’m a G

All access jets wherever you won’t be

Snatch that ‘vette for my mans the day of his prison release

Shoe was on the other foot I know he would’ve done the same thing for me

But we’ll let that be

Park it in the spot right next to my b with the chrome wings

I was sent here to own things

Both sides of the court, colder than the airport

Therefore I’m the one that holds hair for, yeah what

[Hook]