Chimes (Remix)

[Intro: Future] Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold She in love with the pole She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin' her nose Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole She want your friend and your foe She want the life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O [Verse 1: Pusha T] She took your car to go and see that nigga She in his ear like "I'ma leave that nigga" You ain't really see it comin', did ya? She took your heart and tried to feed it to ya Twitter told you she was out of town She ain't notice she was out of bounds You 'bout to bust out all her windows, ain't ya? And catch a charge that ain't 'bout no paper [Chorus: Future] Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole The money, the car, the cars and the clothes The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O [Verse 2: French Montana] My dealer want 911 Porsche a nigga All this money, might Scott Storch a nigga Preacher crew, might start extortion, nigga Know who run the town like I'm from Boston, nigga Mixin' purple with that Henny, man it get you startled When you talkin' 'bout that money, man they'll eat your heart out All my niggas rollin', sippin' on that molly water Shorty on that hazy, shout to Richard Porter [Pre-Chorus: Future] Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold She in love with the pole She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin' her nose [Chorus: Future] Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole The money, the car, the cars and the clothes The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O [Verse 3: Travis Scott] She in love with the party She in love with the molly She in love, that's so crazy She in love For real though, do you feel love? I get trill love, not real love I'm tryna figure, should I tip her? I'm an H-Town nigga (Straight up!) [Verse 4: Pusha T] You ain't been around a richer nigga He can only show you bitches' pictures It's like the chopper shot the nigga down But he don't even see that she the trigger Ain't nothin' wrong with your ambition, baby Come fuck this platinum musician, baby Your nigga pockets screamin' "Out of order" Fuck Net-a-Porter, we can cross the border [Chorus: Future] Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole The money, the car, the cars and the clothes The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O