NLE Choppa ft Rick Ross – Cold Game
International talented rapper and songwriter ‘NLE Choppa’ return with a new single dubbed ‘Cold Game’ featuring ‘Rick Ross’.
Download and enjoy below.
When the day is gone, you’re all I needWhen I close my eyes, it’s all I seeYou love me like you used to before (Rose)
Appetite for new timepieces, ain’t no time to loseAin’t no lackin’, Jacob know me, I bought all kinds of jewelsPut the haters on me, trust me, I make all kinds of movesHere dealing with these fakers ’til I make up all the rulesI just wanna ride around and we lock the city downAll my bitches fightin’ in the club with they titties out (haha)Double M, we Blowin’ Budz, put them Phillies outAnd any boy get out of line, I came to sit him downI had a million on my mind, but that’s a billion nowBuild a mansion out in Cali’ with the ceilings outNigga say they beefin’ with me, but I’m still in townI got the killers in chinchillas, we the realest outIf you in your feelings, you gon’ feel this nowYou know this Double M, that’s when you hear the sound (M-M-M)All the baddest bitches came to get it downAnd I know you on the ‘shrooms, that’s if you feel the bounce (Maybach Music)
When the day is gone, you’re all I needWhen I close my eyes, it’s all I seeYou love me like you used to before
Patty wagons turn to Rolls-Royces, yeah (Royces)Makin’ different choices, tryna see which corporate brand I’m signin’ with for endorsementsYou can catch me on the Forbes stuntin’ (stuntin’)Pink, green, blue bills, I don’t discriminate the moneyLike the Doomsday comin’, I’ma run it upYou niggas run y’all dick suckers too much and ride dickGet off my nuts (off my nuts)I’ma check in ’bout my bread, watch some niggas check out (brrt)We chiropractin’ niggas neck, what that mean? Stretch him out (brrt)Playin’ with the Gs, I got a murder feeThat lead to casualties, ayy, just pick out your teeI live a fantasy, bitches from Tel AvivIn the Florida Keys, ridin’ jet skisPulled over, made a pit stop to fuck on a beachWhile she ride me, I’m thankin’ God I’m out of the streetsI had the keys, the keys, the key to feed the fiendsI had the rocks, took risks, the opps, they died for this and that (died for this, nigga)But won’t speak on wax, don’t let this light skin fool yaI’m ’bout what I rap, yeahAyy, threesomes, that’s regular thingI need a ten-piece combo like some lemon pepper chicken wingsAyy, I’m a big boss like I’m Rick Ross (ayy, Ross)You ass backwards, criss-crossYou chasin’ bitches over money, well, that’s where you broke the lawIf a ho here today, then she gon’ be here to stayShe ain’t here while I’m broke, when I’m rich, it’s her loss, word to DrakeOne-sixteen ain’t enough, like I’m Andre 3K, thirty-two bars like JiggasFeel like Hov, man (feel like Hov, man)Cross me when I gave you leewayThey play me like I’m 2K, don’t call me, “Brother, ” niggaThat’s my old name (that’s my old name), my old bitch fucked another niggaThen a hunnid other niggas just to get backAnd I remained the same (still the same nigga)Cold game, still sameSunny days after rain, pain turn to pleasure, made a man (on God)
When the day is gone, you’re all I needWhen I close my eyes, it’s all I seeLove me like you used to before
This the takeoverY’all had y’all timeNow it’s time to have mineI know it’s a lot to digestHeart burn in your chestFrom a rookie to a vet’And I ain’t even done yet
