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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hudson Mohawke
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ross Matthew Birchard
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole
She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin' her nose
[Verse 2]
Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole
She want your friend and your foe
She want the life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O
[Verse 3]
She took your car to go and see that ****
She in his ear like, "I'ma leave that ****"
You ain't really see it comin', did you?
She took your heart and tried to feed it to you
Twitter told you she was out of town
She ain't notice she was out of bounds
You 'bout to bust out all her windows, ain't you?
And catch a charge that ain't 'bout no paper
[Verse 4]
Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole
The money, the car, the cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O
[Verse 5]
My dealer want 911 Porsche, ****
All this money might Scott Storch a ****
Preacher crew, might start extortion, ****
Know who run the town like I'm from Boston, ****
Mixin' purple with that Henny, man, it get you startled
When you talkin' 'bout that money, man
They'll eat your heart out
All my **** rollin', sippin' on that molly water
Shorty on that hazy, shout out to Richard Porter
[Verse 6]
Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole
She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin' her nose
[Verse 7]
Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole
The money, the car, the cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O
[Verse 8]
She in love with the party
She in love with the molly
She in love, that's so crazy
She in love
For real though, do you feel love?
I get trill love, not real love
I'm tryna figure, should I tip her?
I'm an H-Town **** (Straight up)
[Verse 9]
You ain't been around a richer ****
He can only show you bitches' pictures
It's like a chopper shot the **** down
But he don't even see that she the trigger
Ain't nothing wrong with your ambition, baby
Come fuck this platinum musician, baby
Your **** pockets screaming, "Out of order"
Fuck Net-a-Porter, we can cross the border
[Verse 10]
Her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole
The money, the car, the cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O
Written by: Ross Matthew Birchard