Bun B - Damn I'm Cold lyrics

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 get it don't tell me how to spend it And yes I know the rules, never marry Robin Givens Mozzarella over b**hes So we call me them b**hes cheese heads Lambo leap in that p**y like them 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 an' four makes eight Nine times outta' ten its an eleven or a twelve gauge Friday the 13th that's the day that hell raised 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 startin' to look like me I'm a smoke my weed cause I don't wanna smoke yours And I pour four every time I pour Like, was you saying something b**h If you talkin' bout us then you ain't talkin' bout sh**! I wake up this mornin' eyes half closed And looked in the mirror and say damn I'm cold Damn I'm cold and my hoes Pimp sh** n***a keep payin' my hoes Damn I'm cold man I'm cold I say damn I'm cold Hot damn I'm cold When I got that slab money I put the Remy on blades When I got that lac money I candied the Escalade Gotta screw on my deck A house or two on my neck A couple cars on my wrist And b**h I'm ready to wreck We bout to this for Pimp C So pa** me a bottle I'm bout to pop the top on em Like a slab or a model Turn it upside down And pour it out for my lil' bro And pa** me another one so I can pour out a little mo' Fresher than osmium Cleaner than wax floors I'm slick as aluminum Swingin' my lac doors The Franklin's you foldin' them We tryin' to stack those Before you play the role You gotta learn how to act, hoes! Swingers and crank foes And tippin' trunks of pain Hangers give neck and hoes And flip with nuts and hang It ain't a thang It never was and never will I put that on my life Bun B forever trill f** you right all right Going at your neck like a f**in' dog bites I woke up this morning eyes half closed Looked into the mirror and said damn I'm cold Damn I'm cold and my hoe Pimp sh** n***a keep paying my hoe Damn I'm cold man I'm throwed I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the chains? Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the rings? Or the bracelet, face you feel the chill in yo veins Could it be from Bun B or that boy Lil' Wayne Or could it be the two-seater on them thangs Got on a couple gold chains so dang it dang I swang a thang, from lane to lane Yeah, its 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'a get you some sleeves And you best'a get you some G's Fore you lose your control And we turn your whole neighborhood into the north pole Like brr Machine gun brr I am a beast grr Money machine brr F-U-C-K C-O-P's I say I know when they say freeze Yeah! Ok you already knew No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry show And I woke up this morning eyes half closed Looked into the mirror like damn I'm cold Damn I'm cold and my hoe Damn I'm cold, man I'm cold I say damn I'm cold Hot damn I'm cold