Cold

Yeah Yeah Wealthy Yeah Yeah Yeah Every day outside, it keep getting cold They more and more mad cause they losing control Why they hating on me everyday I'ma roll You're losing your grip, need to get a hold They move backwards, no training at home Rolling big backwoods when I feel alone A real lightweight drunk, two shots of Patron Iam the queen need to crown me on throne , im breaking the barrier beyond the dome Need to stand in your place just like a gnome Might pop out in some pants that's chrome Might got a sweater long like Rick Owen Telling me this, I'm already knowing I can't enn explain the way that I'm flowing This a one seater boat two can not row in Clocked in the booth, im finna go in Every day outside, it keep getting cold They more and more mad cause they losing control Why they hating on me everyday I'ma roll You're losing your grip, need to get a hold They move backwards, no training at home Rolling big backwoods when I feel alone Two shots of Patron