I love when its cold lyrics

[Verse 1: che]
Woo, cuffin'-ya-dread-ass ho
Yeah-yeah, I switch out for a bad-ass ho (Yeah, yeah)
Bankroll on top, bankroll (Bankroll)
You ain't givin top, baby, move (You ain't givin top)
You know a n*gga like me can't go
That's why I hate when n*ggas don't got goals
Y-Yeah, I take her back and break that ho, spin back and bake that ho
Call cap, but it ain't cap, ho, 'cause she don't cap on my bros
I'm on Adderall, smokin out bowls, yeah
pus*y saw fire and he froze
These lil' n*ggas doubt me, I know that
And you know n*ggas doubt me, I'm for that
Ask Cayo, "Where my pole at?"
I gotta' hold my b*tch like a gnome man
Take your last breathe, yeah, that's so sad
Me and gang boolin' everyday, yeah, we got soul ties
B-Baby, I'm so high, baby, I'm up so so, high
Won't tell that b*tch, you don't know, yeah
Wit' a couple bool n*ggas from Nola
Why these n*ggas all know? Yeah
And a n*gga like me won't won't go away, yeah
Shoot him in the face and his throat, yeah
And this sh*t goin' in the goal, yeah
Finna keep scrapin' the bowl, yeah
Wanna f*ck while jakes on the pole, yeah
And a Glock 9 for ghosts, yeah
If ya SlimeLyfe, wipe ya nose, yeah
And you gon' stand strong like Joe, yeah
You tell me who know sum'
And in my life, yeah, it's more love
Man, I love it when it's cold, yeah
Let me know if you need help, yeah
Wash the blood off wit soap, yeah
And it's zoap right up the [?], yeah
[Verse 2: soser]
Yeah, I love when it's cold
Yeah, I just took yo hoes
You can't see these bands, you broke, yeah
Bet yo' ass get stole
I never bring that coat
Outside in the heat, 'cause sh*t get cold
b*tch can't tell me sh*t, I know
Can't even play, 'cause a n*gga get hoed
Don't even play, pus*y n*gga gettin hoed
Take yo' phone, since a n*gga feel bold
Stood on top, and you ain't even blow
Step on sh*t, y'all n*ggas don't know
Pop out, slatt, young n*gga stay up
Cops outside, y'all n*ggas stay low
Shots off, 'til y'all n*ggas wan' go
I'm outside, still totin' my pole
Big-ass chop, make a n*gga get low
She said love, "Everything on her show"
Ho, I'm not tryna love ya
b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck, yeah
Opps outside had to get it on
Oh yeah, on the phone when I'm tryna bone
n*gga said he a dog, go get the bone
Story of my life, born in the "O"
That's why you died, actin like a ho
I'm still outside with my pole, yeah
And I might hit you to cope
This b*tch don't know what I want, yeah
[Outro]
(Blue Money Gang, cover the world)