[Intro]
Goddamn I look good
Somebody slap 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 everywhere
And before I can even get a chance to blink
Wild mutha-fuckas start sendin' me drinks
But I send 'em all back, 'cause 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
1 - [Keith] (Strings)
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)
Yo, I got a fat boy on my jock
Nigga got a wife but he got a fat knot
'Member when it was hot, rollin' down the block
In my summer car, 320 E drop
Tell the wife get it together, she ain't cute
Rockin' that sweater with them daisy dukes
And that nigga know it
That's why he with the fat tale poet
Spittin' game like a nigga sayin', baby pass me Moet, for real