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)