G.O.O.D. Music - Cold

[Intro: DJ Khaled] Kanye West! (Swag King Cole) DJ Khaled! [Hook] Can't a young nigga get money any more? Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Come to meet me without no drawers? [Verse 1] Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik I told you mahfuckas it was more than the music In the projects one day, to Project Runway We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up Might even kill somebody and YouTube it To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid And if you can do it better than me, then you do it! We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news! Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you [Hook] [Verse 2] And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim Around the same time she had fell in love with him Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team La Familia, Roc Nation We in the building, we still keep it basement We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news Don't talk about style cause I'll embarrass you Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you GOOD Music, we fresh, we fresh Anything else, we detest, detest Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts All that said, let me ask this quest' [Hook] [Bridge] Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you Talking 'bout clothes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you Hollering 'bout some hoes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu