Lyrics Money Man – So Cold
Text:
How could you be so cold
I got them pack’s on the road
I wanna travel the globe
Imma go in beast mode
Lil mama run that money up too
I just sent a location bae come thru
Yeah bring her friend with you
Yeah imma have fun with you
Shawty get comfortable
How could you be so cold
How can you have no heart
How can you have no feelings
Keep everything bottled up
You don’t like to talk to much
That trap shit give you a rush
I just wanna swipe these cards
Damn she bad my God
Damn she bad good Lord
And I got designer galore
Take it off what you waiting for
This Exotic gonna cost you more
I don’t come to you
I just wanna cum on you
I just wanna fuck on you
I just wanna love on you
Imma send a hundred through
How could you be so cold
I just wanna travel around the Atlas
I done already peeped, you attracted
Serve a nigga Runtz with the packaging
She be on her knees like a Baptist
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Heard she do yoga she athletic
Imma bend her over like stretches
She the type that like to get aggressive
I’m the type that like to sale pressure
Every bag came with extra
No nobody fuck me better
Don’t nobody suck me better
How could you be so cold
I got them pack’s on the road
I wanna travel the globe
Imma go in beast mode
I wanna put my hands on you
I wanna run that money up too
I just sent a location bae come thru
Yeah bring her friend with you
Yeah Imma have fun with you
Shawty get comfortable
How could you be so cold
How can you have no heart
How can you have no feelings
Keep everything bottled up
You don’t like to talk to much
That trap shit give you a rush
I just wanna swipe these cards
Damn she bad my God
Damn she bad good Lord
And I got designer galore
Take it off what you waiting for
This Exotic gonna cost you more
I don’t wanna come to you
I just wanna cum on you
I just wanna fuck on you
I just wanna love on you
Imma send a hundred through
How could you be so cold
Album
Money Man – Long Money
