Max B - Cold World lyrics

[Verse 1: AB] It's Vigilante Season, it's big cars n***a Swervin' through the traffic, me and Max, stars n***a Get fly, what n***a, made a quarter mill And that's all in a drought baby f** a record deal The only Brooklyn n***a that come through Harlem Disrespect The Pros n***a then you want a problem Never mind feeding 'em, leave them b**hes starvin' Just gimme brain ma, leave the p**y throbbin' See I'm a pimp like Gold and Mack Hop up in this Coupe ma, ain't no holdin' back Gain Greene, Don Pro, this is street life Blackin'-out in this b**h with Dame Grease right You know us Brooklyn n***az chill Comin' from the Stuy, then you oughta chill It's AB slash pimp, Don Pro sh** 09 the takeover this is my year [Chorus: Max B] Ya know, ya know, ya oh-oh That it's a cold world Mami should see a call girl Show her lil' body just to get a buck Any n***a she could f** Daddy I got a way From the hood to the style Gain Greene, Don Pro, AB Biggaveli just let 'em be He don't want no more cause he saucey All the game he showed me Baby don't leave me lonely [Verse 2: Max B] She told me "Baby never leave, me and Jimmy need you nice Now it's time to buy ya some ice" Different set of sh** That make you feel that you the black Nefertiti you are I love how he switch up his bars Get him in the mood, get some Grand Cru Sorry, need that n***a, tell him this how great he is Think that baby maybe his Think that baby maybe not Look at how the game done made me pop Watchin' my boy, it made me stop Had to think of him, cause I know it's me thuggin', Remy sigh, sayin' Max "Straighten up or you gon' go back" Had to say a prayer for my folks Jesus give me the strength to spare they life Mami you tryna get you right Take you overseas where the water's green Boatloads of quarter-keys This is wavy, all of this means That these n***az right back at the checker point I'm with the joint, then the upper-decker, I point [Chorus: Max B] Ya know, ya know, ya oh-oh That it's a cold world Mami should see a call girl Show her lil' body just to get a buck Any n***a she could f** Daddy I got a way From the hood to the style Gain Greene, Don Pro, AB Biggaveli just let 'em be He don't want no more cause he taught me All the game he showed me Baby don't leave me lonely