DDot, you cold as a motherfucker, on God

Yeah, the game might never change, these bitches fuckin´ the money
Them drugs drownin´ my youngins, they only talkin´ ´bout murders

I´m pacin´ on through the house, I´m tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup

Was a shy kid, lately I been blinded by the lights
I´ll buy a bitch, I just need some comfort for the night
I be high as shit, I thumb it once, I gotta thumb it twice
Shawty 5´6" and super bad, I´m fuckin´ her for life
Let me pause and cover all the bets before I throw the dice
I finally ran into her ex and figured out I´m not her type

Man, I´m five Gs in, I´m just here to get a bite
She think she pressin´ beef with chick, but she don´t know I´m livin´ life
I did a feature for a fifty, ain´t do shit but buy a pint
I left my wallet at the crib, but ain´t forget to bring the ice (Wow)
International, sorry, fool, I´m not local
Say, "Play the cards you´re dealt," so I treat this shit like poker (I treat this shit like poker)
I´m out in Atlanta right now, they treatin´ me like Billy Ocean
My first time seeing Ye was with my Uncle Carl Stoke
I took that lil´ bitch body, and redid it like an old-school
I´m the prime example of a real nigga´s motion
Why you look surprised I went to get it like I told you?

Took a red ceiling, had to split it like I´m Moses

Yeah, the game might never change, these bitches fuckin´ the money
Them drugs drownin´ my youngins, they only talkin´ ´bout murders
I´m pacin´ on through the house, I´m tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup

Was a lover boy ´til this lil´ bitch came and broke my heart
I got a hundred bad bitches fightin´ for me, play your part
I´m in Louis V, spazzin´, think I need a shopping cart

Hopped up out it, took a picture of it, like the way she arch
Mr. Thuggin Out The Corner Suite, I pay the smokin´ fee
It be hard to feel these niggas, ´cause I´m not a wannabe
Bitch, you know your man want a feature, stop recordin´ me
I´m in Ace and Spades, put on a show, these hoes applaudin´ me
Money on my mind while countin´ up, shit, it be hard to sleep
Said I stressed her out, it´s hard to eat, ´cause she can´t talk to me (DDot, you cold as a motherfucker, on God)

Yeah, the game might never change, these bitches fuckin´ the money

Them drugs drownin´ my youngins, they only talkin´ ´bout murders
I´m pacin´ on through the house, I´m tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup