CoLd III - Grind & Hustle (feat. A1billionaire) Lyrics

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Ye

Yeah

I got this Fendi all up on my buckle
Ain't pushing no weight but I stay with the muscle
Momma I'm sorry, you know that I love you
I gotta stick to my grind and my hustle

I know I'm a beast but I gotta be humble
Keep him on point cuz you know I don't trust you
Don't speak on my name, you don't want me to bust you
Got zeros all up on his chest like he Russell

I'm on the move but I stay with drip
So my followers prolly gone step in a puddle
I told my baby to count up this money with me everyday cuz I don't want to cuddle

I gotta get me a big body whip so I got enough leg room for me and my brothers
Started off bussin' out Chevy Impalas
Just wait till I pull up on you in a Hummer

I'm on call
I'm on go
Who dat is?
That's my bro

I'm on ten
Like my toes
I don't bend
I don't fold

They got bags
At the store
I got cash
I want more

I be selling T-shirts I don't sell dope
Keep it 100 I ain't no joke

Bet you can't nobody pick up the flow
I don't like paying to go to a show
Money be coming I can't let it go
Cutting the price I got work for the low

Tongue is a lighter I'm spitting that fire
But I think I'm making it clear that I'm CoLd
I ain't no killer but I think it's better for you if you stay up and pray on yo soul

I got this Fendi all up on my buckle
You pushing that weight but you ain't got the muscle
It's CoLd with a 3 so I'm triple the trouble
I'm flipping my profit and making it double

You swear you a dog but this pistol a muzzle
So quit all that talking fore Shady come buss you
Ain't with the chatting, I ain't with the fussing
I gotta stick to my grind and my hustle

Met her today
She talk to me like she knew me
Said she was feeling the Louis
I had her hop in the movie

FLICK

Met her today
She didn't act like a newbie
Gave her the strap she was shooting
And she fell asleep with the tooly

YEAH

I'm on call
I'm on go
Who dat is?
That's my bro

I'm on ten
Like my toes
I don't bend
I don't fold

They got bags
At the store
I got cash
I want more

I be selling T-shirts I don't sell dope
Keep it 100 I ain't no joke yeah

Keep it 100
Keep it 100
You do the math

The goggle spit
Sucking the dick
Down to the half

She's popping and shit
Lil popular bitch
Popping the tags

She go door dash on the dick
She go Dora Explorer on the dick

I'm gone crash bando cue the lick
I'm gone kill my partner if he snitch
Imma rocker baby, no stroller
We got ops on the street over

F*ck the Stadis they just pulled me over
Guess the pussies ain't meet they quota
Lean in f*cking baby bottle
It's like 300 for a quarter

Blonde haired bitch like Gohan
I just sent a Vegas stun four times
Billion Dollars Baby like four times

Pussy niggas folding like futons
R.I.P. Jimmy no Neutron
Bitch got a plug off a coupon
We just ordered shit off of groupon

I'm on call
I'm on go
Who dat is?
That's my bro

I'm on ten
Like my toes
I don't bend
I don't fold

They got bags
At the store
I got cash
I want more

I be selling T-shirts I don't sell dope
Keep it 100 I ain't no joke yeah