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MOL$ - TOO COLD Lyrics



MOL$ - TOO COLD Lyrics




Check my bank
Lil bitch I'm paid
I get money everyday
I'm too cold like lemonade
Keep a strap can't run my fade

Check my bank
Lil bitch I'm paid
I get money everyday
I'm too cold like lemonade
Keep a strap can't run my fade

Light a candle how I air it out
Talk shit bring the barret out
One punch to your stomach bring the foam to mouth
Got the bitches watching dont fumble now
That bitch she calling me daddy aye
I get the cash like I'm Ali A
I just be cashing an Audi aye
I get my blow from the alley aye
Pop a pussy if he tryna get my green man
Marty robins on my hip yes I keep that
I got pussy Pills I got lean man
Pull up in white coat like I'm gman
Hop inside my space coupe like a bed
People hate you till the day that you dead
Spect my name or u won't see the end
I got bitches they on me they rock in the bed

Listen bitch
I don't f*ck with you
I just pulled up in coupe
F*ck it I'm pouring up juice
I don't really f*ck with hoes lil bitch
I decked my watch and flood my wrist
Neck so cold Sierra Mist
And I ain't never post a miss

Bitch stop playing with my dick
I'm so cold I'll make you sick
Shoutout Yun he got the drip
And yo girl listen to my shit

I make so much money
More than I could ever ever count
Open up my phone and click on my Wells Fargo bank account

Check my bank
Lil bitch I'm paid
I get money everyday
I'm too cold like lemonade
Keep a strap can't run my fade

Check my bank
Lil bitch I'm paid
I get money everyday
I'm too cold like lemonade
Keep a strap can't run my fade
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Check my bank
Lil bitch I'm paid
I get money everyday
I'm too cold like lemonade
Keep a strap can't run my fade

Check my bank
Lil bitch I'm paid
I get money everyday
I'm too cold like lemonade
Keep a strap can't run my fade

Light a candle how I air it out
Talk shit bring the barret out
One punch to your stomach bring the foam to mouth
Got the bitches watching dont fumble now
That bitch she calling me daddy aye
I get the cash like I'm Ali A
I just be cashing an Audi aye
I get my blow from the alley aye
Pop a pussy if he tryna get my green man
Marty robins on my hip yes I keep that
I got pussy Pills I got lean man
Pull up in white coat like I'm gman
Hop inside my space coupe like a bed
People hate you till the day that you dead
Spect my name or u won't see the end
I got bitches they on me they rock in the bed

Listen bitch
I don't f*ck with you
I just pulled up in coupe
F*ck it I'm pouring up juice
I don't really f*ck with hoes lil bitch
I decked my watch and flood my wrist
Neck so cold Sierra Mist
And I ain't never post a miss

Bitch stop playing with my dick
I'm so cold I'll make you sick
Shoutout Yun he got the drip
And yo girl listen to my shit

I make so much money
More than I could ever ever count
Open up my phone and click on my Wells Fargo bank account

Check my bank
Lil bitch I'm paid
I get money everyday
I'm too cold like lemonade
Keep a strap can't run my fade

Check my bank
Lil bitch I'm paid
I get money everyday
I'm too cold like lemonade
Keep a strap can't run my fade
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Writer: Miles Splaver
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: MOL$
Length: 2:39
Written by: Miles Splaver

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