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Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole, she ride with the bros
And she tweaking, I know
Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole
She want your friend and your foe
She want the life with you, no
She gotta hide some, oh
She took your car to go and see that nigga
She in his ear like, "I'ma leave that nigga"
You ain't really see it coming, did you?
She took your heart and tried to feed it to you
Twitter told you she was out of town
She ain't notice she was out of bounds
You 'bout to bust out all her windows, ain't you?
And get you charged, that ain't 'bout no paper
Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole, the money, the cars
The cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta hide some, oh (Montana, hey)
My dealer want 911 Porsche a nigga
All this money, might Scott Storch a nigga
Preacher crew, might Starks 'tortion nigga
Know who run the town like I'm from Boston, nigga
Mixing purple with that Henny, man, it get you startled
When you talk about that money, man, they'll eat your heart out
All my niggas rolling, sipping on that molly water
Shawty on that hazy, shout to Rich and Porter
Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold
Her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole, she ride with the bros
And she tweaking, I know
Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole, the money, the cars
The cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta hide some, oh
She in love with the party
She in love with the molly
She in love, that's so crazy
She in love
For real love, do you feel love?
I need trill love, not real love
I'm tryna figure
Should I tip her? I'm a H-Town nigga
Straight up
You ain't been around a richer nigga
He can only show you bitches' pictures
It's like a chopper shot a nigga down
But he don't even see that she the trigger
Ain't nothing wrong with your ambition, baby
Come fuck this platinum musician, baby
Your nigga pockets screaming out of order
Fuck net-a-porter, we can cross the border
Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold
She in love with the pole, the money, the cars
The cars and the clothes
The life with you, no, she gotta hide some, oh
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