(Intro) Goddamn I look good Somebody slam me, huh This club does not want 2 point 2 seconds of me But I'mma give it to 'em anyway, uh
When I walk in the door, niggas be like "yo" Stare me up and down even when they with they ho It amazes me them niggas don't care ?All fade tight? Ass, hair, wear And before I can even get a chance to blink Wild mutha-fuckas start sendin' me drinks But I send 'em all back, cuz I got my own loot Suit? It's a Miaki Boots? Gianni Versace It ain't hard to see I got my own money, don't fuck with me Can't touch me, check my steeze Swap meet bitches, please, for real
[Keith] (Strings) 1 - Cold... Blooded (When I walk in the room, all eyes on me) Let me get your number (Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet)
Cold... Blooded (When I walk in the room, all eyes on me) What more can I say? (And these are the sounds they be makin' at me, say what)
[Strings] Uh uh, yeah yeah Uh uh, yeah yeah
Uh, picture me Strings, pav diamonds in my ear I push a new somethin' every year Hip Hop sweetheart, nigga pleaser Coochie value, like the Mona Lisa 99 escalade, smellin' like Chanel Bumpin' my shit, on the way to Bloomingdale's For a shopping spree, niggas jocking me Black tale centerfold, no stopping me And your bitch jealous cuz I'm gettin' ?wildin' out the versa teller? I won't tell her, I'm hella ?? get your number, and um Cuz while she was in the dressing room, he slipped me his number And said call me baby, you're a real lady Workin' those ?, spittin' flows at shows I chec
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(Intro) Goddamn I look good Somebody slam me, huh This club does not want 2 point 2 seconds of me But I'mma give it to 'em anyway, uh
When I walk in the door, niggas be like "yo" Stare me up and down even when they with they ho It amazes me them niggas don't care ?All fade tight? Ass, hair, wear And before I can even get a chance to blink Wild mutha-fuckas start sendin' me drinks But I send 'em all back, cuz I got my own loot Suit? It's a Miaki Boots? Gianni Versace It ain't hard to see I got my own money, don't fuck with me Can't touch me, check my steeze Swap meet bitches, please, for real
[Keith] (Strings) 1 - Cold... Blooded (When I walk in the room, all eyes on me) Let me get your number (Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet)
Cold... Blooded (When I walk in the room, all eyes on me) What more can I say? (And these are the sounds they be makin' at me, say what)
[Strings] Uh uh, yeah yeah Uh uh, yeah yeah
Uh, picture me Strings, pav diamonds in my ear I push a new somethin' every year Hip Hop sweetheart, nigga pleaser Coochie value, like the Mona Lisa 99 escalade, smellin' like Chanel Bumpin' my shit, on the way to Bloomingdale's For a shopping spree, niggas jocking me Black tale centerfold, no stopping me And your bitch jealous cuz I'm gettin' ?wildin' out the versa teller? I won't tell her, I'm hella ?? get your number, and um Cuz while she was in the dressing room, he slipped me his number And said call me baby, you're a real lady Workin' those ?, spittin' flows at shows I chec
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