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cold - peezy lyrics

cold lyrics
[intro]
(it’s leaf on the beat)

[chorus: peezy & 3d the hook king]
what you doin’? (what you doin’?), gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
pink fifties (pink fifties), blue hundreds (blue hundreds)
pull up in valet and tell ’em keep it runnin’ (tell ’em keep it runnin’)
ain’t worried ’bout a n*gga takin’ nothin’ from me (takin’ nothin’ from me)
what you doin’? (what you doin’?), gettin’ to it (gettin’ to it)
pull up to the club, it’s time to make a movie (time to make a movie)
water on my neck, it got your b*tch droolin’ (got your b*tch droolin’)
time to show these boys who really gettin’ to it

[verse 1: peezy]
what you doin’? gettin’ a lot of money
count a lot of fifties and a lot of hundreds (uh)
hit your b*tch beforе i got her number
i’m a toddler, keep a baby bottlе on me
i’m a ghetto boy, i got it tatted on me (yup)
i don’t need no n*gga rattin’ on me
so i’m by myself ridin’ through the slums
two b*tches with me, that’s a two*on*one (two of ’em)
young rich n*gga, that’s what the bank say (uh)
been gettin’ money since the eighth grade (woo)
can’t name a b*tch that i ain’t slayed
sendin’ n*ggas money on jpay, yeah (yeah)
free my dogs out the county (free ’em)
and i got some n*ggas doin’ fed time (yup)
play with me, i’m sendin’ out a bounty (huh?)
drop you in a week, that’s a dead line (fah)
each state, drinkin’ red wine
sittin’ at the bar up at ruth chris (yeah)
drunk as h*ll, screamin’, “f*ck everybody”
order stuffed chicken for my new b*tch (yeah)
you was talkin’ crazy on instagram
seen you in the street, you ain’t do sh*t (nope)
clip on me longer than a pool stick
you p*ssy boys know who to fool with, n*gga, fah
[chorus: peezy & 3d the hook king]
what you doin’? (what you doin’?), gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
pink fifties (pink fifties), blue hundreds (blue hundreds)
pull up in valet and tell ’em keep it runnin’ (tell ’em keep it runnin’)
ain’t worried ’bout a n*gga takin’ nothin’ from me (takin’ nothin’ from me)
what you doin’? (what you doin’?), gettin’ to it (gettin’ to it)
pull up to the club, it’s time to make a movie (time to make a movie)
water on my neck, it got your b*tch droolin’ (got your b*tch droolin’)
time to show these boys who really gettin’ to it

[verse 2: hardo]
always down to party
goin’ for the win, break bread with my kin, b*tch, i got rich off barbie (huh?)
gucci her bag, my b*tch full of class, her purse ain’t made by tardy (trap)
i got dog food, i got girl, sometimes got subs like charleys (got it all)
ride with that chopper, no harley
i’m a big hat like arby’s (ayy)
been runnin’ up bands, been havin’ that swag, you n*ggas so new to this (been doin’ this)
put somethin’ on your head, turn everything red, lil’ n*gga, we do this sh*t (we do this sh*t)
get smoked like a hookah, was no fluke, my young n*gga blew that stick (we blew that stick)
we bluesin’ sh*t, better move, b*tch, we shootin’ it ludicrous
i’m in a lam’, don’t need no advance (skrrt)
out here sittin’, shorts under my pants
with your bm, got her changin’ her plans
i got a bird, ’bout to serve to my mans (ayy)
free choppa diesel, he still in the feds (free the gang)
rat got hit, he ain’t get to the stands
look at my wrist, how the diamonds, they dance
huh?
[chorus: peezy, 3d the hook king & philthy rich]
what you doin’? (what you doin’?), gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
pink fifties (pink fifties), blue hundreds (blue hundreds)
pull up in valet and tell ’em keep it runnin’ (tell ’em keep it runnin’)
ain’t worried ’bout a n*gga takin’ nothin’ from me (takin’ nothin’ from me)
what you doin’? (what you doin’?), gettin’ to it (gettin’ to it)
pull up to the club, it’s time to make a movie (time to make a movie)
water on my neck, it got your b*tch droolin’ (ayy, it’s philthy, n*gga, got your b*tch droolin’)
time to show these boys who really gettin’ to it (uh*huh)

[verse 3: philthy rich]
look, you ever counted so much money until it made your hand hurt?
amiri denim hold a whole hundred, no, this ain’t no man*purse
three hundred cash all blue, i don’t like ’em old, like ’em all new
tell a bad b*tch fall through, she gon’ suck d*ck ’til her jaws loose
masi’ truck and a g*wagen, lam’ truck and a bentayga
just ordered that rolls truck, take six months for them just to make it
remember sellin’ white, tree, and dog, i was trappin’ winter, summer, fall
just made a half a million sellin’ dogs, came a long way from sellin’ fentanyl
movin’ weight, no bench press, broke b*tch, no interest
bustin’ down a whole thirty*six, probably won’t pass my p*ss test
rose gold on my left wrist, rest in peace to my n*gga soda
only red, we don’t sip tris, send a n*gga to the store for a soda, it’s philthy

- peezy lyrics

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