A Cold Sunday

It's a cold Sunday to complain, I hold it in until it rain

I fought demons after fame, I spent millions on terrain

I treat my bitch just like Diana

Pretty princess, hold the Fanta

2003 Dolce & Gabbana jeans make her ass look fatter

We won't catch him outside

He don't got no money for the back up

I ran thirty million in the ground, baby, now I'm back up

She a city girl, I'm the real reason that she act up (Mmm)

She talk back, I make her pack up, send her home on Spirit

Something in my spirit made me not believe, I fear it (Mmm)

I know bitches parrots so I'm watchin' how I'm speakin'

Single but I'm creepin', my main bitch don't need a headache (Ooh)

Half a mill on Maybach, tires flat, I never drive 'em (Mmm)

Pretty hoes need stylin', Balenci' shoppin' got 'em wildin'

Tweakin' out on Collins, in my veins, the Molly throbbin' (Geekin')

Rich as hell, still robbin', ain't no love the way I'm rockin'

Bentley color gobblin, forest green, the lane I'm hoggin' (Spin)

Wrap the P like swallin', get it through yo' fuckin' noggin (Damn)

Money's first, I'm always dialed in (Uh, brrt)

Money's first, I'm always dialed in, is that a problem? (Go)

I made m's off a TV like I work for Viacom

Doggy didn't stay for long, he left when the sirens rung

Flyest ****, we turn bitches, BD's in the tire stabbers

I could put out wild fires, the house behind barb wire

Twenty-five but livin' like I'm fifty with three kids

All these bitches in my biz, five-hundred thousand on my bitch (Uh)

Fuck if you don't like me

I'ma still get fetty more than likely, it's enticin'

I'll die for my respect

It's us