Kill em Cold - Rich Boy

I be talking about money, they be talking about me

Better get your dollas up,

Fuck this shit nigga, you don’t really talk about money

Everything else bullshit

Let the games begin, who got what it takes to win?

I’m chasing that money, it’s blowing like the wind

I’m set in trance, come find me look at my bitch

They talking like they taking over, but that’s over with

I had a vision, one night that I can make it out

Making yachts, foreign spots, diamond set you break the watch

Let me count up what I got, back to the spot

Should I make a movie now, erything’s about a shot

Have you ever really made over 100 grand?

Have you ever had more than 50k in your hand?

Blow a stack, throw that shit up like a quarterback

Boy you talking pety dollars, I’m talking more than that

The sun’s shining on my pain, I make you bitches think

Look at me I’m who you ain’t

Tryina beat me but you can’t

I’m reppin niggas of Jerome, my story’s untold

Hoes lookin froze, cause that ice be killin em cold

Ice be killin em cold, ice be killin em cold.