Cold Nights In Boston Lil B

[Chorus]
Cold nights in Boston, jewelry awesome
Bitch, I need my money, that's word to mother
You don't cut the damn check, I'm finna make that shit
No love, I'm finna take that shit

[Verse 1]
Got so much honor, thats why I get fucked over
Sitting right on the stove, thinking about boulders
Cooking up, wake you up, and I ain't talking about folgers
Ain't never sold a rock, I'm just bringing you closer
My back against the wall, my friends perfect
They wanna ask for my number, let me see your face
Why you say you love me, when you love my fame
You ain't never had a dad, so you play that game
You ain't never had a mom, so you got no love
Thinking back to your past, it was so fucked up
Fast forward to the time that your boy lucked up
Record deal out the hood, nigga never heard of
When you hot everybody wanna suck your dick
When you down everybody wanna fuck your bitch
When you sick, everybody glad to see you suffer
Thats when I keep the nine tucked come on I'm Ed Lover you fucking bitch!
You feel me? I keep that nine, come on son I'm Ed Lover

[Chorus]
Cold nights in Boston, jewelry awesome
Bitch, I need my money, that's word to mother
You don't cut the damn check, I'm finna make that shit
No love, I'm finna take that shit