COLD lyrics

[Intro: Lil Secret]
That's a two piece
Ziplock bag full of... let me smoke
Yuh, yuh

[Verse 1: Lil Secret]
Ziplock bag full of dope, let me smoke
Crack another zip, got me movin' slo-mo
Chinchilla coat when the winter get cold
Anything you need, I could get for the low, yah
Yah, and this money never slow
Racin' through the check, b*tch, you know how it go
All about this money, you would think that I was too rich
I ain't tryna do relationship, these b*tches foolish
Yah, off that Perc', it got me numb, yah
Yah, put my di*k up on yo' b*tch's tongue, yah
Yah, I got all this gas up in my lungs, yah
Yah, what, what?
Stress on my mind, b*tch, I'm prayin' for a bankroll
Pressure from in my lungs, feel like I could never take nun'
Ain't about that money then we cannot conversate, no
Ain't about that money then we (Yuh), yah

[Interlude: $NOT]
Ayy, uh, what, what?
Yuh, yuh, uh
Run the dope to the [?], what? Ayy
Yuh, ayy, ayy
[Verse 2: $NOT]
b*tch, I'm boolin'
Coolin', blunt got me goin' stupid
b*tches actin' so stupid
Slappin' that b*tch like a [?]
No one can stop me, I'm jukin'
Got a foreign b*tch, she Cupid
Fake n*ggas got me pukin'
Lean got me snoozin'
For the win, I ain't losin'
I'm a beast, I ain't human
n*gga, who the f*ck you foolin'?
Takin' that money, I'm fluent
Run it up, I'ma scoop it
Fill up that n*gga with bruises
Fourteen xans in my lung, I'm abusin'
All these f*ckers [?], I'm on it
I won't stop 'til I'm f*ckin' boomin', ayy, yuh
I won't stop 'til I'm f*ckin' boomin'