featuring Keith Sweat



(Intro)

Goddamn I look good

Somebody slam me, huh

This club does not want 2 point 2 seconds of me

But I'mma give it to 'em anyway, uh



When I walk in the door, niggas be like "yo"

Stare me up and down even when they with they ho

It amazes me them niggas don't care

?All fade tight?

Ass, hair, wear

And before I can even get a chance to blink

Wild mutha-fuckas start sendin' me drinks

But I send 'em all back, cuz I got my own loot

Suit? It's a Miaki

Boots? Gianni Versace

It ain't hard to see

I got my own money, don't fuck with me

Can't touch me, check my steeze

Swap meet bitches, please, for real



[Keith] (Strings)

1 - Cold... Blooded

(When I walk in the room, all eyes on me)

Let me get your number

(Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet)



Cold... Blooded

(When I walk in the room, all eyes on me)

What more can I say?

(And these are the sounds they be makin' at me, say what)



[Strings]

Uh uh, yeah yeah

Uh uh, yeah yeah



Uh, picture me Strings, pav diamonds in my ear

I push a new somethin' every year

Hip Hop sweetheart, nigga pleaser

Coochie value, like the Mona Lisa

99 escalade, smellin' like Chanel

Bumpin' my shit, on the way to Bloomingdale's

For a shopping spree, niggas jocking me

Black tale centerfold, no stopping me

And your bitch jealous cuz I'm gettin' ?wildin' out the versa teller?

I won't tell her, I'm hella ?? get your number, and um

Cuz while she was in the dressing room, he slipped me his number

And said call me baby, you're a real lady

Workin' those ?, spittin' flows at shows

I chec