Lyrics

You ain't even gotta ask, she might call me zo
My heart cold, she might call me zo
My heart cold
I might just put it in a blizzard
Sometimes my heart cold like the winter
But we playin' games but I always end up winnin
Send me a track, I run that verse back in a minute
Right hook, I beat the beat up like a killer
I don't get stuck, I eat the next one likeit's dinner
Try to tell you my heart cole like Born Sinner
Pull up to your crib and now you bumpin' Bryson Tiller
I might just cop me a boat,
she go up while I rub on her toes
When you gettin' the cash, she gon' do the most
You might just give her that pole then ghost Yeah, my phone stay on silent, why
Cause I can't be in no cell
When she ring, she gotta ring that bell
She might prefer that purse or a Chanel
Wait That purse or that Birkin
Watch me geek out like a nerd while I'm workin'
She might meet me at the top like she slurpin
Balance on point like that shawty, she surfin'
And I do her like a verb
And she gon' do me too
I got a lot of jewels, I got a lot to lose
I don't give a fuck if it's a porn star or a good girl Fuck bitches on the contract and then I move
On me
Make women sign the contract, NDA shit
Fuck the money, I be ballin', NBA shit
And I stay trynna get the green, I ain't havin no blues I say bring all your friends cause y'all better in twos And I think I run this shit the way I make moves
My feet, stay clean, I got hella different shoes in this bitch, yeah
Dudes bite my style, I ain't tryna show no teeth Nah, just copped some jeans, for her and me
Ride like she Meg, she gon' do it all on me yeah
I'm movin' fast like I'm gettin' endless green, yeah
I don't cap anymore, not my mask or my team
I lean back, I fade back like I'm Bean
She move left, me gwan right like the G yah yah
And when you call me, make sure you call me King, yah yah
And when you call me, make sure you call me King, yeah, yeah
Written by: Lorenzo King III
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