Cold

Lyrics
[Intro] (Project, Project, Project) Yeah, yeah Louder, turn up louder (Schyeah, schyeah) Yeah, what? (What?) Huh? [Chorus] I put my wrist in the bowl, and it's cold Only want Goyard, no more I'm in the trenches, like I'm a lil' poet (What?) Hotsauce the king of the streets and you know it Big bankroll on me (Yeah, what?) Blue hunnid' just like the ocean (Yeah) My money grow on a tree (Yeah) Reachin' for paper, I note it I'm in the backyard, I'm goated (Yeah) I got [?] on me I feel like Tunechi in the booth (Booth) I go and platinum my tooth (Tooth, Hotsauce) (Yeah, yeah) Louder, turn up louder Yeah, what? (Schyeah) Huh? [Chorus] I put my wrist in the bowl and it's cold I don't even want Goyard, no more I'm in the trenches, like I'm a lil' poet (What?) Hotsauce the king of the streets and you know it (Schyeah) Big bankroll on me (Yeah, what?) Blue hunnid' just like the ocean (Yeah) My money grow on a tree (Yeah) Reachin' for paper, I note it I'm in the backyard, I'm goated (What?) I got [?] on me I feel like Tunechi in the booth (Booth) I go and platinum my tooth
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Credits
- Writers
- BEAR1BOSS
- Wefoundluv