[Intro]   Goddamn I look good   Somebody slap 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 everywhere   And before I can even get a chance to blink   Wild mutha-fuckas start sendin' me drinks   But I send 'em all back, 'cause 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      1 - [Keith] (Strings)   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, Pavé 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 is jealous 'cause I'm gettin'    While and you out the first to tell her   I won't tell her, I'm hella plus she getting dumber and dumber   'cause while she was in the dressing room, he slipped me his number   And said call me baby, you're a real lady   Workin' those Girbaud, spittin' flows at shows   I check the videos and the skills   Can I get your autograph on the 50 dolla bill, for real?      Repeat 1      [Strings]   Uh uh, yeah yeah   Uh uh, yeah yeah      Freeze      Yo, I got a fat boy on my jock   Nigga got a wife but he got a fat knot   'Member when it was hot, rollin' down the block   In my summer car, 320 E drop   Tell the wife get it together, she ain't cute   Rockin' that sweater with them daisy dukes   And that nigga know it   That's why he with the fat tale poet   Spittin' game like a nigga sayin', baby pass me Moet, for real      Repeat 1      [Strings]   Uh uh, yeah yeah   Uh uh, yeah yeah      Repeat 1 (without Strings)      Repeat 1 to fade