Chops - Damn I'm Cold lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 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 make 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 them b**hes cheeseheads I "Lambeau Leap" in that p**y like in 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 four makes eight Nine times out of ten it's 11- or a 12-gauge Friday the 13th: that's the day that hell raise 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 starting to look like me I'ma smoke my weed, cause I don't want to smoke yours And I pour four every time I pour Like, was you saying something b**h? You ain't talking 'bout us, you ain't talking 'bout sh** [Hook: Lil Wayne] I woke up this morning, eyes half-closed I looked into the mirror and say, "Damn, I'm cold" Damn, I'm cold, and my ho Pimp sh** n***a, keep paying my hoes Damn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwed I say damn, I'm cold, hot damn, I'm cold [Verse 2: Bun B] + (Lil Wayne) See when I got that slab money, I put the Rivie' on blades When I got that 'lac money, I candied the Escalade Got that Screw in 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 do this for Pimp C, so pa** me a bottle I'm 'bout to pop the top on it, like a slab or a model Turn it upside-down, and pour it out for my little bro And pa** me another one so I can pour out a little mo' Fresher than Ozium, cleaner than wax floors I'm slick as linoleum, swinging my 'lac doors Them Franklins, you folding them, we trying to stack those So 'fore you play the role, you need to learn how to act, hoes Swingers that clang fours and tipping trunks who bang Haters get back, and hoes'll flip with nuts who hang It ain't a thang, ain't never was, and never will I put that on my life, Bun Beeda forever trill, for real (Yeah, f**ing right, alright Going at your neck like a f**ing dog bites) [Hook] [Verse 3: Bun B] + (Lil Wayne) Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the chain? Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the rings? Or the bracelet? Face it, you feel a chill in your veins Could it be from Bun Beeda or that boy Lil Wayne? (Could it be the two-seater, on them thangs? Got on a couple gold chains so Dana Dane I swang and bang from lane to lane Yeah, it's 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 to get you some sleeves, and you best to get you some G's 'Fore you lose your control And we turn your whole neighborhood into the North Pole (Like, burrrr Machine gun, br-r-r-r I am a beast, grrrr Money machine, br-r-r-r F-U-C-K C-O-Ps I say, "I know," when they say, "Freeze!" Yeah, okay, you already know No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry Show) [Hook]