Damn I'm Cold - Bun B, Lil Wayne

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

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

Now if ye ain’t help me make it, don’t tell me how to spend it

And yes I know the rules, never marry Robin Givens

Mozzarella over bitches til 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 and 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 cold

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 'llac 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 them 'llac do’s

Them, Franklins you foldin yeah we tryin to stack those

So fo' you play the role you need to learn how to act, HOE

Swangaz who' crank fo’s and tip nin trunks who bang

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

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

I put that on my life, Bun Beeda fo’ever trill, f’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 cold

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 starting to feel the flame

Bun

It’s gettin 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 Pale

Like brrrrrrrrr, machine gun brrrrrrrrrr

I am a beast grrrrrrr, money machine brrrrr

I say I know when they say freeze — yeaahhhhh!

Okay, you already knew

No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry show

And I woke up this mornin, eyes half closed

Looked into the mirror like damn I’m cold

Oh 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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