[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
I "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-way, 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
Like, was you saying something bitch?
You ain't talking 'bout us, you ain't talking 'bout shit
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
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
Pimp shit nigga, keep paying my hoes
Damn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwed
I 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 blades
When I got that 'lac money, I candied the Escalade
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, so pass me a bottle
I'm 'bout to pop the top on it, like a slab or a model
Turn it upside-down, and pour it out for my little bro
And pass me another one so I can pour out a little mo'
Fresher than Ozium, cleaner than wax floors
I'm slick as linoleum, swinging my 'lac doors
Them Franklins, you folding them, we trying to stack those
So 'fore you play the role, you need to learn how to act, hoes
Swingers that clang fours and tipping trunks who bang
Haters get back, and hoes'll flip with nuts who 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
(Yeah, fucking right, alright
Going at your neck like a fucking 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 veins
Could 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 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
Best to get you some sleeves, and you best to get you some G's
'Fore you lose your control
And we turn your whole neighborhood into the North Pole
(Like, burrrr
Machine gun, br-r-r-r
I am a beast, grrrr
Money machine, br-r-r-r
F-U-C-K C-O-Ps
I say, "I know," when they say, "Freeze!"
Yeah, okay, you already know
No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry Show)
[Hook]
- 专辑：II Trill
- 歌手：Bun B
- 歌曲：Dam I'm Cold