Damn I’m Cold

Lyrics

[Intro: CHOPS] Chops on the track! Ooh, yeah Damn, I'm cold, damn, I'm cold Ooh, yeah Damn, I'm cold, damn, I'm cold [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] See, when I got Mercedes money, I went and got a Mercedes When I got that Bentley money, I went and got that Bentley Now, if you ain't help me make it, don't tell me how to spend it And yes, I know the rules: never marry Robin Givens Mozzarella over bitches, so we call them bitches cheeseheads Lambeau Leap in that pussy like in Green Bay Lambo' sweet, look like sugar on the freeway And I'm riding dirty, 'cause I'm so UGK One, two, three, wait; four-four makes eight Nine times out of ten, it's 11 or a 12-gauge Friday the 13th: that's the day that hell raise But y'all boys too weak, like fourteen days I'm so clean; why wouldn't I be? I be with Ben Frank so much, he starting to look like me I'ma smoke my weed, 'cause I don't want to smoke yours And I pour four every time I pour [Chorus: Lil Wayne & CHOPS] Like, was you saying something bitch? You ain't talking 'bout us, you ain't talking 'bout shit I woke up this morning, eyes half-closed I looked into the mirror and say, "Damn, I'm cold" Damn, I'm cold, and my ho (Ooh, yeah) Pimp shit, nigga, keep paying my hoes (Damn, I'm cold) Damn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwed I say damn, I'm cold, hot-damn, I'm cold [Verse 2: Bun B] See, when I got that slab money, I put the Rivy on blades (Blades) When I got that 'Lac money, I candied the Escalade ('Lade) Got that Screw in my deck, a house or two on my neck A couple cars on my wrist, and bitch, I'm ready to wreck We 'bout to do this for Pimp C (Yeah), so pass me a bottle I'm 'bout to pop the top on it, like a slab or a model (Man...) Turn it upside-down, and pour it out for my lil' bro (Huh) And pass me another one so I can pour out a lil' more (Fa' sho') Fresher than Ozium, cleaner than wax floors, I'm... (What?) Slick as linoleum, swinging my 'Lac doors, them... (What?) Franklins, you folding them, we trying to stack those So 'fore you play the role, you need to learn how to act, hoes (Hoes) Swingers'll clang fours and tipping trunks'll bang (Bang) Haters get back, and hoes'll flip, and nuts'll hang (Hang) It ain't a thang, ain't never was, and never will I put that on my life, Bun Beeda forever trill (For real) [Chorus: Lil Wayne & CHOPS] Yeah, fucking right, alright Going at your neck like a fucking dog bites I woke up this morning, eyes half-closed I looked into the mirror and say, "Damn, I'm cold" Damn, I'm cold, and my ho (Ooh, yeah) Pimp shit, nigga, keep paying my hoes (Damn, I'm cold) Damn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwed I say damn, I'm cold, hot-damn, I'm cold [Verse 3: Bun B & Lil Wayne] Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the chain? (Chain) Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the rings? (Rings) Or the bracelet? Face it: you feel a chill in your veins (Veins) Could it be from Bun Beeda or that boy Lil Wayne? (Wayne) Could it be the two-seater on them thangs? Got on a couple gold chains, so Dana Dane I swang and bang from lane to lane Yeah, it's getting hot, and you starting to feel the flame Bun! It's getting brick, and you starting to feel a breeze And the temperature's going down (Down) Best to get you some sleeves And you best to get you some Gs (Gs) 'Fore you lose your control ('Trol) And we turn your whole neighborhood into the North Pole Like, brr, machine gun, brrrr-rrrr-rrrr I am a beast, grrrr, money machine, brrrr-rrrr-rrrr F-U-C-K C-O-Ps I say, "I know," when they say, "Freeze!" [Chorus: Lil Wayne & CHOPS] Ha, yeah! Okay, you already know No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry show I woke up this morning, eyes half-closed I looked into the mirror and say, "Damn, I'm cold" Damn, I'm cold, and my ho (Ooh, yeah) Pimp shit, nigga, keep paying my hoes (Damn, I'm cold) Damn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwed I say damn, I'm cold, hot-damn, I'm cold [Outro: CHOPS] World champion This has been a CHOPS production