Tha Joker - Cold As A MF Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Yeah... I'm out the shower, cold
I got your bitch on her knees with a bitch, no!
Dividin' cash, ignoring texts, I can't see them hoes
They only hit me cause I'm ridin' in the a centrefold
... with a centrefold
You don't never get no paper like your business closed
Rock jeans, Polo tee, that's my dentist clothes
Feel like the only way I'm here is 'cause the Jimmy blowed
Will I wake up in the morning? Only Jesus knows
You think you're sick, but I'm a snot right out of Jesus' nose
For sure nigga, I'm just getting high
Twistin' trees, category F5
We all say it's hard to change but don't wanna accept
Fact is, well all know our wrongs, the hard part is correct
But it's easy finessin', had it from the first second
I made her daughter play salad, she was undressing
She had two men, dog, shoulda seen her clothes
Like she was fightin' on a ship, takin' seaman blows
I drink, drink 'til I faint, while I'm shittin' out steak
Then look around at my La Familia, we got the same play!
All my bitches roll, and they mouth good
I like a grown woman with a taste for childhood
You can catch me with your bitch gettin' so reminiscent
Too cold, fuck nigga, it's finna get frigid

[Hook:]
Yeah... I'm out the shower, cold
Cold as a motherfucker ('m out the shower cold)
Cold as a motherfucker (I'm out the shower cold)
Too cold, fuck nigga, it's finna get frigid
Cold as a motherfucker, cold as a motherfucker
Cold as a motherfucker, cold as a motherfucker
Cold as a motherfucker, cold as a motherfucker
Cold as a motherfucker...

[Verse 2:]
Who you think brought you the catfish style?
Who you think kill that shit at times?
Who you think grind every day
Just tryna make away so he can make this rap shit worthwhile?
Got a lot of money, put it on my child
Bitch, you got three, so I swear three times
That you chat room, my mind, and the bitch on recline
With Ben Franks in and the bitch gettin' high
So high, nigga, we stack to the sky
Do we snatch it up quick like weed, alright?
Shoppin' feline' love and the nigga you've been trappin' me
Man, real nigga shit, I'm just a shallow-ass guy
Niggas fear me when they look at my life
Shit, like do I need to sell advice?
All my niggas, man, I swear they drug dealers
But really, though, all I do is sell tunes with the "I"
Now you see why I ain't got no wife
May see I ain't got no wife
When the truth'll do, a whore'll still tell a lie
Whore'll fuck your friend that you thought was 'til the end
And him and her'll both look dead in the eye
Tell you what you want, you ain't even got a pry
My life an open book and I'm who I spy
Ever since a teen, it was always my dream
To make a whole lot of money, set the streets on fire

[Hook]