[Intro]
(The beat Prod Pink, the cup purple, shit the pills pink too, haha)
(Ha, yeah, yeah)
Hey, know she want the money, I give her the money
I give her the hunnid, bankroll steady thumbin'

[Chorus]
Know it's cold outside, we fuckin' up the summer
Is you finna ride if we get into somethin'?
Trying deep inside yo mind to figure out
You can call my line, you ever needin' somethin'
Just make it through, you know the weekend comin'
Why do it feel like we always into somethin'?
Sorry baby, you can't fix me
I’ve been swerving, it’s a six speed
Bluе hundreds, RIP Nipsey
I don't think lil' shawty get mе
I don't think lil' shawty get me (Woo, hey)
Tat's on my fuckin' arm, it made my wrist bleed (Yeah, c'mon)

[Verse]
Yeah, [?]
Geek up with me, I'm blowin' loud
High as a ceiling, look at me now
Piss on her face, look at her smile
I fuck the baddest bitches all around
Keep that .9 on me, case a n***a talkin' down
I ain't touchin' that money, finna let it pile
I'm in Houston, I'm rockin' mink, ain't talkin' Yao
Brand-new artillery, I'm tryna test them out
Bitch try pull up on me, get turned right around, around
I-I got a friend over, I asked her to out
Now that bitch turnin' back, before I'm touchin' down
Grew this shit from the ground, with no restrictions
I took a trip out in London, I'm back in the town
You see me comin' up fast, I overdone it
Hop in that Wraith, do 200, then I'm signin' out (Real, go)
I put Chanel on that bitch, I know she love it
The way it fit on her body, built her body too
She know better than to bother me when I'm countin' up, 'cause it gon' fuck up my mood
[?], USD, out in Canada, I got money, red and blue
She know better than to come by me when I'm flexin' up, it's gon' make her wanna choose
My n***as flexin' for sure
I might buy her a bag, a purse
M-M-My n***as strikin', they schemin' (Hey)
I know I'm strikin' their nerves
She like, "What flavor that is?", I told her, "Lil' bitch, this is Marni fur"
I'm in LA, like a Laker, I'm linkin' with twin, then we geeked like nerds
[?], they want me six feet in a hearse
Told the lil' bitch, "Go to church"
S-She on her knees, bitch, go to church
I'm tryna pull up in fashion, so I'm workin' for what I deserve (Huh)
I put that lil' bitch in fashion, that bitch said that I made it worse (Yeah, turn up, turn up)
[Chorus]
K-K-Know it's cold outside, we fuckin' up the summer
Is you finna ride if we get into somethin'? (The beat Prod Pink, the cup purple, shit the pills pink too, haha)
Trying deep inside yo mind to figure out
You can call my line, you ever needin' somethin'
Just make it through, you know the weekend comin'
Why do it feel like we always into somethin'?
Sorry baby, you can't fix me
I’ve been swerving, it’s a six speed
Blue hundreds, RIP Nipsey
I don't think lil' shawty get me
I don't think lil' shawty get me (Woo, hey)
Tat's on my fuckin' arm, it made my wrist bleed (Tat's on my fuckin' arm, it made my wrist bleed)

[Outro]
Sorry baby, you can't fix me
I get some hunnids to fix me
Blue hundreds, RIP Nipsey
I don't think lil' shawty get me
I don't think lil' shawty get me (Hey)
T-T-Tat's on my fuckin' arm, it made my wrist bleed