damn im cold ft. bun b

Chops on the track
See, when I got Mercedes money, I went and got a Mercedes
When I got that Bentley money, I went and got that Bentley
Now, if he ain't help me make it, don't tell me how to spend it
And yes, I know the rules: never marry Robin Givens
My Serrao over bitches, so we call them bitches Cheese Heads
Lambeau Leap in that pussy like in Green Bay
Lambeau suite look like sugar on the freeway
And I'm ridin' dirty 'cause I'm so UGK
One, two, three, wait, four-four makes eight
Nine times out of ten, it's 11 or a 12 gauge
Friday the 13th, that's the day that hell raised
But y'all boys too weak, like fourteen days
I'm so clean, why wouldn't I be?
I be with Ben Frank so much, he startin' to look like me
I'ma smoke my weed 'cause I don't wanna smoke yours
And I pour a four every time I pour
Like, was you sayin' somethin', bitch?
If you ain't talkin' 'bout us, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit
I woke up this mornin', eyes half-closed
I look into the mirror and say, "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 Ribi on blades
When I got that 'Lac 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 and pour it out for my lil' bro
Then pass me another one so I can pour out a little mo'
Fresher than Ozium, cleaner than waxed floors
I'm slick as linoleum, swingin' my 'Lac doors
Them Franklins? You foldin' 'em, we tryin' to stack those
So 'fore you play the role, you need to learn how to act, hoes
Swangers'll clang, fo's'll tip and trunks'll bang
Haters get back and hoes'll flip with nuts who hang
It ain't a thang, mane, never was and never will
I put that on my life, Bun Beeda forever trill, for real
Yeah, fuckin' right, alright
Goin' at your neck like a fuckin' dog bite
I woke up this mornin', eyes half-closed
Look into the mirror and say, "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 chain?
Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the rings?
Or the bracelet? Face it, you feel the chill in your veins
Could it be from Bun Beeda 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 startin' to feel the flames, Bun
It's gettin' brick and you startin' to feel a breeze
And the temperature's goin' down, best to get you some sleeves
And you best to get you some Gs 'fore you lose your control
And we turn your whole neighborhood into the North Pole
Like, "Brrr," machine gun, brrr
I am a beast, grrr, money machine, brrr
F-U-C-K C-O-P's
I say, "I know," when they say, "Freeze"
Yeah, okay, you already knew
No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry, too
And I woke up this mornin', eyes half-closed
Look into the mirror like, "Damn, I'm cold"
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
World champion