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