Letras
The Cold Cash Collection
Yeah, it's Cookie Money, boy
Brrah, brrah
I move smooth on my own, so it's fuck a nigga
And if it ain't about that money, I ain't fuckin' with you
Sixteen on the block, I was totin' pistols
My nigga took a headshot, damn, fuck I'm missin'?
Stacked my first ten racks, I was on a mission
Turn that shit to a hundred, what a fuckin' feelin'
Told my pops I'm a man while he locked in prison
A nigga play with my bands, watch this chopper flip him
Cop a brick on the ave, sellin' rocks for fifty
Lil' nigga doin' it big in my fuckin' city
Underage in the club grabbin' ass and titties
And watchin' fuck niggas close that be laughin' with me
Let me tell you how it go on my side
These pussy niggas, they just want my life
If I was married, wanna fuck on my wife
Wanna ride all the whips that I drive
They just hate 'cause they ain't livin' it right
Let me tell you how it go in my life
A couple niggas got killed in my life
Try me, you could die tonight
Ain't gon' let these suckers take my life
Keep a Glock to protect my life
Let me tell you how it go in my life
A couple niggas got killed in my life
Try me, you could die tonight
Ain't gon' let these suckers take my life
Keep a Glock to protect my life
I done shitted on these niggas, so they hatin' on me
I'm a big dog, got my own paper on me
New Bent', Cuban links, and a flooded Rollie
Try to reach for my shit, I'ma up the forty
Big ballin' in this bitch and I ain't even thirty
Stayin' down for my team, fuck switchin' the jersey
Tryna get six rings, stayin' loyal like Kobe
Pussy niggas jealous of me and they don't even know me
They don't know about the times when a nigga was hungry
Cold as fuck on the block, tryna get me some money
Spittin' all facts, them other niggas tellin' you stories
Sell they soul to a bitch for the fame and the glory