Released on June 27, 2016

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[Intro]

We can handle this like neanderthals

Or we can get into some player shit

Stoned on ocean


[Verse 1]

The interior on my Cadillac making ‘em sick

Won't you please give ‘em a bucket they can puke in (throw up in)

Act like its killing em to see me get rich

Probably die when they see me in my new shit

Slinging drugs, but this music, moving units

Baby close her eyes listenin’ to it, she dream of screwing

Mind control, pimpin' my pen, ink drippin' down the whole stroll

I get payed again (yeah)


[Chorus]

Cold game, got me in that Mulsanne

Cold game, colder than my champagne

Cold game, writing that cocaine

(yeah)


[Verse 2]

Drop it if you got it, talkin' bout them tops

Three hundred-thousand dollar exotic

Smokin' out jet fuel, talkin' like pilots

Hit the vocal booths and lay down them narcotics

I was contemplating stoppin'

Got an email from Mos Def, he say he's still watchin'

(That's big bro so that means a lot, he way over seas so you know how them phones acting and shit)


[Chorus]

Cold game, got me in that mulsanne

Cold game, colder than my champagne

Cold game, writing that cocaine

That'll buy me anything, (that'll buy me anything)

(Everything)

(Whatever, mane)


[Outro]

Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches, nigga

Smoking weed in it, money in our pictures

La, la-da-da, la

Cold game, got me in that mulsanne

Cold game, got me new pinky rings

Cold game, got me this heavy gold chain

Cold game, spit it right in that cocaine

Cold game, What you even know man

Cold game