(Cormell these niggas sound crazy)
(Cormell)
How you could you be so cold?
I got them packs on the road
I wanna travel the globe
I'ma go in beast mode
I wanna gonna put my hands on you
I wanna run that money up too
I just sent the location, baby, come through, yeah
Bring a couple friends with you, yeah
I'ma have fun with you, yeah
Shawty, get comfortable
How could you be so cold?
How can you have no heart?
How can you have no feelings?
Keep anger bottled up?
You don't like to talk too much
That childish shit give you a rush
I just wanna swipe these cards
And she bad, my God
Yeah she bad, good Lord
And got the designers galore
Take it off what you waiting for?
This designer gon' cost you more
I won't cum in you
Really wanna cum on you
I just wanna f*ck on you
I just wanna love on you
I'ma send hunnnid through
I just wanna trap 'round alleys
I'm not repeating your track
Nigga everything we do nasty
Serve a nigga, run to the package
She be on her knees like a Baptist
Trying to be perfect so I practice
Heard she do yoga, see I love that
I'ma bend her over like a stretcher
She the type that like to get aggressive
I'm the type that like to sell pressure
Every bay came with extra
Don't nobody f*ck me better
Don't nobody suck me better
How you could you be so cold?
I got them packs on the road
I wanna travel the globe
I'ma go in beast mode
I wanna gonna put my hands on you
I wanna run that money up too
I just sent the location, baby, come through, yeah
Bring a couple friends with you, yeah
I'ma have fun with you, yeah
Shawty, get comfortable
How could you be so cold?
How can you have no heart?
How can you have no feelings?
Keep anger bottled up?
You don't like to talk too much
That childish shit give you a rush
I just wanna swipe these cards
And she bad, my God
Yeah she bad, good Lord
And got the designers galore
Take it off what you waiting for?
This designer gon' cost you more
I won't cum in you
Really wanna cum on you
I just wanna f*ck on you
I just wanna love on you
I'ma send hunnnid through
Money Man - So Cold Lyrics
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(Cormell these niggas sound crazy)
(Cormell)
How you could you be so cold?
I got them packs on the road
I wanna travel the globe
I'ma go in beast mode
I wanna gonna put my hands on you
I wanna run that money up too
I just sent the location, baby, come through, yeah
Bring a couple friends with you, yeah
I'ma have fun with you, yeah
Shawty, get comfortable
How could you be so cold?
How can you have no heart?
How can you have no feelings?
Keep anger bottled up?
You don't like to talk too much
That childish shit give you a rush
I just wanna swipe these cards
And she bad, my God
Yeah she bad, good Lord
And got the designers galore
Take it off what you waiting for?
This designer gon' cost you more
I won't cum in you
Really wanna cum on you
I just wanna f*ck on you
I just wanna love on you
I'ma send hunnnid through
I just wanna trap 'round alleys
I'm not repeating your track
Nigga everything we do nasty
Serve a nigga, run to the package
She be on her knees like a Baptist
Trying to be perfect so I practice
Heard she do yoga, see I love that
I'ma bend her over like a stretcher
She the type that like to get aggressive
I'm the type that like to sell pressure
Every bay came with extra
Don't nobody f*ck me better
Don't nobody suck me better
How you could you be so cold?
I got them packs on the road
I wanna travel the globe
I'ma go in beast mode
I wanna gonna put my hands on you
I wanna run that money up too
I just sent the location, baby, come through, yeah
Bring a couple friends with you, yeah
I'ma have fun with you, yeah
Shawty, get comfortable
How could you be so cold?
How can you have no heart?
How can you have no feelings?
Keep anger bottled up?
You don't like to talk too much
That childish shit give you a rush
I just wanna swipe these cards
And she bad, my God
Yeah she bad, good Lord
And got the designers galore
Take it off what you waiting for?
This designer gon' cost you more
I won't cum in you
Really wanna cum on you
I just wanna f*ck on you
I just wanna love on you
I'ma send hunnnid through
(Cormell)
How you could you be so cold?
I got them packs on the road
I wanna travel the globe
I'ma go in beast mode
I wanna gonna put my hands on you
I wanna run that money up too
I just sent the location, baby, come through, yeah
Bring a couple friends with you, yeah
I'ma have fun with you, yeah
Shawty, get comfortable
How could you be so cold?
How can you have no heart?
How can you have no feelings?
Keep anger bottled up?
You don't like to talk too much
That childish shit give you a rush
I just wanna swipe these cards
And she bad, my God
Yeah she bad, good Lord
And got the designers galore
Take it off what you waiting for?
This designer gon' cost you more
I won't cum in you
Really wanna cum on you
I just wanna f*ck on you
I just wanna love on you
I'ma send hunnnid through
I just wanna trap 'round alleys
I'm not repeating your track
Nigga everything we do nasty
Serve a nigga, run to the package
She be on her knees like a Baptist
Trying to be perfect so I practice
Heard she do yoga, see I love that
I'ma bend her over like a stretcher
She the type that like to get aggressive
I'm the type that like to sell pressure
Every bay came with extra
Don't nobody f*ck me better
Don't nobody suck me better
How you could you be so cold?
I got them packs on the road
I wanna travel the globe
I'ma go in beast mode
I wanna gonna put my hands on you
I wanna run that money up too
I just sent the location, baby, come through, yeah
Bring a couple friends with you, yeah
I'ma have fun with you, yeah
Shawty, get comfortable
How could you be so cold?
How can you have no heart?
How can you have no feelings?
Keep anger bottled up?
You don't like to talk too much
That childish shit give you a rush
I just wanna swipe these cards
And she bad, my God
Yeah she bad, good Lord
And got the designers galore
Take it off what you waiting for?
This designer gon' cost you more
I won't cum in you
Really wanna cum on you
I just wanna f*ck on you
I just wanna love on you
I'ma send hunnnid through
Writer: Tysen Jay Bolding
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave