text: Her heart is so cold
  Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold
  She in love with the pole
  She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin her nose
  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 heighten the O
  She took your car to go and see that nigga
  She in his ear like Ima leave that nigga
  You aint really see it comin, did ya?
  She took your heart and tried to feed it to ya
  Twitter told you she was out of town
  She aint notice she was out of bounds
  You bout to bust out all her windows, aint ya?
  And catch a charge that aint bout no paper
  Her heart is so cold
  Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole
  The money, the car, the cars and the clothes
  The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O
  My dealer want 911 Porsche a nigga
  All this money, might Scott Storch a nigga
  Preacher Crew, might start extortin nigga
  Know who run the town like Im from Boston, nigga
  Mixin purple with that Henny, man it get you startled
  When you talkin bout that money, man theyll eat your heart out
  All my niggas rollin, sippin on that molly water
  Shorty on that hazy, shout to Richard Porter
  Her heart is so cold
  Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold
  She in love with the pole
  She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin her nose
  Her heart is so cold
  Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole
  The money, the car, the cars and the clothes
  The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O
  She in love with the party
  She in love with the molly
  She in love, thats so crazy
  She in love
  For real though, do you feel love?
  I get trill love, not real love
  Im tryna figure, should I tip her?
  Im an H-Town nigga 
  You aint been around a richer nigga
  He can only show you bitches pictures
  Its like the chopper shot the nigga down
  But he dont even see that she the trigger
  Aint nothin wrong with your ambition, baby
  Come fuck this platinum musician, baby
  Your nigga pockets screamin 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 car, the cars and the clothes
  The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O