Private Valet

[Intro]

Yo don't ever call yourself a man if you can't keep your composure nigga

Straight up, just a lil game for you

Uh, back on my shit, fresh off the tour bus

(Man, uh) Straight back to it

[Verse 1]

Yeah, Lambo Evo press a couple buttons park it right by the speed boat

Sipping on some rare shit, touchdown Chi town, mink and a rare bitch

Colored eyes, brown skin, and you know she real thick

'Nother half a million dollars spent, but I sleep good

Talking big numbers with the bitch while I grip the wood

Check it out, only speak facts though she hear me out

Heated toilets in the bathroom, sending emails out

She got a whole situation

But ready to risk it all

I ain't with the drama

When you ready, just givе me a call

I know I'm just checking the mail, but got that shit on

I'm a littlе younger than dude, but still big grown

[Chorus]

Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)

They got no love for you, love for you, love for you

Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)

They got no love for you, love for you, love for you

Yeah, aye aye aye

[Verse 2]

I can talk like that, cause I live that

You niggas know my background, don't play with it

Hothead, short-tempered quick to tote the semi

If you foggy in my city, can't be acting timid

Might do the mink with the midnight

Doors open in the Lamborghini, like fisheye

Nigga this my new trap, vacuum seal my adlibs

And then I send them to the track

[Chorus]

Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)

They got no love for you, love for you, love for you

Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)

They got no love for you, love for you, love for you

Yeah, aye aye aye