Heart Cold - Rich Homie Quan

They throwin' rocks and hide their hands I ain’t surprised

I don’t stand in traps I no longer supervise

I thank God every night before I close my eyes

Beefin' with them niggas shot at 'em like 3 times

If I’m wrong then I don’t wanna be right

Got my phone in the back of my Levi’s

And I still don’t trust no bitch 'cause at the end she lied

I got these 100s in the safe stacked up knee high

Fuckin' hoes gettin' old, gettin' money ain’t new

Shawty thinkin' I’ma business man 'cause she seen homie in a suit

Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof

And I don’t really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon' do

Parallel in the parking lot I’m rollin' smoked out in the coupe

Got these 100 dollar bills in rubber bands 'cause I don’t like to carry money

loose

Got a couple bands on these niggas' head if I say the word they gon' shoot

And I ain’t beefin' with no nigga 'bout no bitch to me that ain’t cool

It’s too much money to be made out here yeah

Gotta keep my gun it ain’t safe out here

Been stayin' down can’t show my face 'round here

And I ain’t trippin' cut the lights out

Got this cross on my chest and you know it’s iced out

Heart cold ice box

Eyes closed, lights out

Chicago White Sox

Talk hard pipe down

Shootin' shit head target

Dead fresh red carpet

I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder

Talk loud nah nigga

Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a

nigga

I’m paranoid, geeked up

I see dead people, I see you before you comin' I’m lookin' through the peephole

The G code yeah you know I’m stickin' to it

Turn the volume up on these headphones I wanna listen to it

Keep the chopper, yea in the back man and let the pistol do it

Can’t close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it

Stick and move you know I’m stickin' to what we planned

He sick of losin' I heard he spent all of his advance

Feel like a movie I walked in feelin' just like the man

On every move I hit I make sure I had my mans

Right hand truth if I swear I will never take the stand

I swear I shoot just look at the blisters on my hand

Shine bright, headlight I gotta make the transaction if you got the bread right

This cross make me feel alive

Heart cold ice box

Eyes closed, lights out

Chicago White Sox

Talk hard pipe down

Shootin' shit head target

Dead fresh red carpet

I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder

Talk loud nah nigga

Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a

nigga

I’m paranoid, geeked up

I see dead people, I see you before you comin' I’m lookin' through the peephole

Heart cold ice box

Eyes closed, lights out

Talk hard pipe down

I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder

Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a

nigga

I see dead people, I see dead people