Bun B - Damn, I'm Cold Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]See when I got Mercedes money, I went and got a MercedesWhen I got that Bentley money, I went and got that BentleyNow if you ain't help me make it, don't tell me how to spend itAnd yes, I know the rules, never marry Robin GivensMozzarella over *****es, so we call them *****es cheeseheadsI "Lambeau Leap" in that ***** like in Green BayLambo' sweet, look like sugar on the freewayAnd I'm riding dirty cause I'm so UGKOne, two, three-way, four four makes eightNine times out of ten it's 11- or a 12-gaugeFriday the 13th: that's the day that hell raiseBut y'all boys too weak, like fourteen daysI'm so clean, why wouldn't I be?I be with Ben Frank so much, he starting to look like meI'ma smoke my weed, cause I don't want to smoke yoursAnd I pour four every time I pourLike, was you saying something *****?You ain't talking 'bout us, you ain't talking 'bout shit[Hook: Lil Wayne]I woke up this morning, eyes half-closedI looked into the mirror and say, "Damn, I'm cold"Damn, I'm cold, and my hoPimp shit nigga, keep paying my hoesDamn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwedI say damn, I'm cold, hot damn, I'm cold[Verse 2: Bun B] + (Lil Wayne)See when I got that slab money, I put the Rivie' on bladesWhen I got that 'lac money, I candied the EscaladeGot that Screw in my deck, a house or two on my neckA couple cars on my wrist, and *****, I'm ready to wreckWe 'bout to do this for Pimp C, so pass me a bottleI'm 'bout to pop the top on it, like a slab or a modelTurn it upside-down, and pour it out for my little broAnd pass me another one so I can pour out a little mo'Fresher than Ozium, cleaner than wax floorsI'm slick as linoleum, swinging my 'lac doorsThem Franklins, you folding them, we trying to stack thoseSo 'fore you play the role, you need to learn how to act, hoesSwingers that clang fours and tipping trunks who bangHaters get back, and hoes'll flip with nuts who hangIt ain't a thang, ain't never was, and never willI put that on my life, Bun Beeda forever trill, for real(Yeah, *****ing right, alrightGoing at your neck like a *****ing dog bites)[Hook][Verse 3: Bun B] + (Lil Wayne)Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the chain?Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the rings?Or the bracelet? Face it, you feel a chill in your veinsCould it be from Bun Beeda or that boy Lil Wayne?(Could it be the two-seater, on them thangs?Got on a couple gold chains so Dana DaneI swang and bang from lane to laneYeah, it's getting hot, and you starting to feel the flame, Bun)It's getting brick, and you starting to feel a breezeAnd the temperature's going downBest to get you some sleeves, and you best to get you some G's'Fore you lose your controlAnd we turn your whole neighborhood into the North Pole(Like, burrrrMachine gun, br-r-r-rI am a beast, grrrrMoney machine, br-r-r-rF-U-C-K C-O-PsI say, "I know," when they say, "Freeze!"Yeah, okay, you already knowNo pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry Show)[Hook]
