[Intro] Goddamn I look good Somebody slap me, huh This club does not want 2 point 2 seconds of me But I'mma give it to 'em anyway, uh
When I walk in the door, niggas be like "yo" Stare me up and down even when they with they ho It amazes me them niggas don't care All fade tight, ass everywhere And before I can even get a chance to blink Wild mutha-fuckas start sendin' me drinks But I send 'em all back, cuz I got my own loot Suit? It's a Miaki Boots? Gianni Versace It ain't hard to see I got my own money, don't fuck with me Can't touch me, check my steeze Swap meet bitches, please, for real
1 - [Keith] (Strings) Cold... Blooded (When I walk in the room, all eyes on me) Let me get your number (Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet)
Cold... Blooded (When I walk in the room, all eyes on me) What more can I say? (And these are the sounds they be makin' at me, say what)
Yo, I got a fat boy on my jock Nigga got a wife but he got a fat knot 'Member when it was hot, rollin' down the block In my summer car, 320 E drop Tell the wife get it together, she ain't cute Rockin' that sweater with them daisy dukes And that nigga know it That's why he with the fat tale poet Spittin' game like a nigga sayin', baby pass me Moet, for real