So Cold

[Chorus] Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough [Verse 1: Tyla Yahweh] I'm a cast away Rolling up these spirits I'm chillin' with my youngins They all totin' lamas And they flip that purple haze I feed them with these commas And give it to yo momma' Then fuck yo baby momma' And I can't compromise Oh I love you haters And I can't lose my time Fuck all of you haters We eatin' at this table Cause we some money makers We be gettin' money Cause we some money makers I roll I'm gone I pop a perc you know a nigga roll I roll I'm gone If you 'bout gettin' money I put on, I put on [Chorus] Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough [Verse 2: Marco] This the O Know that this Marco You already know Got my drink I'ma make a toast This one for my bros This for piff All my nigga wanted was designer clothes And some hoes We might pull up on 'em Hop out of the ghost I don't fuck witchu Party with my people She callin' on my phone Text me like "I need you" I'm like "what you wearin'?" She like "that shit see-through" Just don't make me pull up girl if I don't really need to I know All this money ain't no price on it She with me So you know she made the right decision To be honest I don't trust these bitches 'Cuz they gon' go around and tell these other bitches [Chorus] Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough