Warm Words in a Cold World

Rick Ross:
Drop a hook on these n!ggas like I was Magic
Doctor J, but I'm blowing hay with the Mavericks
Metal detectors, but my lethal weapon plastic
Wet all the hecklers, how I deal with all the madness
I go shopping with b!tches who into fashion
Spending numbers, go distance you can't imagine
Falcon, big Willie with all the assets
Wrap my face on the boats that go the fastest
A bad b!tch, I'm busting all on your lashes
Fairy tale, this n!gga living so lavish
LOL, these b!tches bend over backwards
I fared her well, no tripping, go 'head and ask her
Iced out, this like Alaska
No need for running with them rappers
Now you running with the rich n!ggas
Let's go shopping for the drip with us
Rick Ross & Wale:
Uh
Warm words in a cold world (Cold world)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (And the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (And the homegirl)
I'm Alaska (I'm Alaska)
I flew them b!tches to Alaska (To Alaska, Wale, Double M Genius)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (And the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (And the homegirl)
Wale:
Okay, live from the holy warehouse, all of my soldiers there
N!ggas bearing arms for real, this sh!t like Soldier Field
And everything I've achieved was really off of skill
And everything they've received was on somebody bill
Blog era supervillain, I been hard to kill
Cannot be stopped 'til I turn this block into atom-ville
Olu, the pretty broads go too
I make them jawns get it together like seven-oh-two
Ooh, yeah, I'm Alaska
Love a lot of women, but trust me, it never last though
Mm, I might fly to Alaska
Or maybe Miami, are you really Udonis Haslem?
N!ggas sending shots, this the last call
Bunch of glass jaw n!ggas typing with they caps on
We ain't tripping, what you mad for?
You can have her back, she ain't even got a passport
Rick Ross, Wale, & Future:
Uh (Dog, nah)
Warm words in a cold world (Nah, cold world)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (And the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (And the homegirl)
I'm Alaska (I'm Alaska, Pluto)
I flew them b!tches to Alaska (Yeah, to Alaska, yeah)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (Yeah, and the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (And the homegirl)
Future:
King Pluto, think I'm illuminati, Birkin boo
I just upgraded another one, the diamonds blue
Give her a dub for a purse, that ain't into a n!gga
Give 'em a dub, get you murked, n!ggas murdering n!ggas
Ice vanilla chinchilla, n!ggas roll with the killers
Send load to the floor and then lay 'em like a caterpillar
I'm coast to coast, I do this sh!t, I'm mad familiar
I'm papi in Brasília
I know these streets'll kill you
I tripled up my net worth, went and purchased me a pavilion
I'm plugged in with Siberia
She compliment the swag, make a n!gga feel imperial
Do the dash-dash, I get ghost with a baddie
Emilio Pucci gon' have a b!tch splashy
Let her ride foreign just so she won't be tacky
Silent like a killer with that drr, let it ring
Since you wanted stars, gotta fxck me like a king
Different lifestyle, different clarity for a queen
Rick Ross:
Warm words in a cold world (Cold world)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (And the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (And the homegirl)
I'm Alaska (I'm Alaska)
I flew them b!tches to Alaska (To Alaska)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (And the homegirl)
Iced out shorty and the homegirl (And the homegirl)