POLUR (feat. g3urin)

Cold, for you here

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Put on my chain and get tall as shit, bitch wanna fuck

She don't like when I told a bitch

She wanna smoke on my eighth then you rollin' it

Chains in my room make me feel like the (?)

Come on, smokin' that eighth then I'm gone

Bitch I'm smokin' this blunt it make me feel like at home

I been stackin' my (?)

So I'm chillin' with this hoe

Chill out with a fade

Hoes suckin' dick, always want a taste

See em' when they switch up they know I'ma make

And my diamonds (?) they prolly gon' drag

Never had a bitch that say I'm gon' make it

And I never had a bitch that chill out with patience

My diamonds gettin' bigger, wrists gettin' spacious

Had to cut off my bitch got no time for relations

Had to cut off my bitch 'cause I don't give a fuck (yeah)

She a lil' demon we fuck in the trunk

But this a big body we don't gotta rush

I hit it so right she gon' run to her buddies and she finna tell 'em what's up (uh huh, uh huh)

Lil pussy boy talkin', well come test your luck

I'm gonna run up some racks today

I know that she feelin' my swag okay

No I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these pussy boys talkin' we throw that boy right in a coffin

Yeah, this money we stackin'

This money we don't give a fuck what you say

This shawty she pretty I swear that she perfect is she gonna come my way

I get money when I want

And I fuck bitches when I want

And I make hits when I want

And I get twisted when I want

And I get twisted when I want

When I want

When I want

(?) my racks (?) they got every phone

She want love but I told her I don't

I got racks and I'd rather get mo'

'Cause the racks get big they hit ceilin' from flo'

And my diamonds got bigger like (?)

So fly out to LA, gotta smoke like a hunned hoe

Ten dolla' gotta smoke it like ninety mo'

LA comin' they like bitch I got 20 shows

Bitches come up and they act like we met before

I don't got patience I lost me a lot of that

(?) I love how they runnin' shit

You know I ain't need her but she just keep runnin' back

She see that I'm up and she just want some of that

Cold, for you here

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Cold, for you here

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater