Mitty Fresh n' Da Gang - Cold Cash
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This is a Mitty Fresh Production…
Yeah… yeah…
Cold… cash…
Feel that rhythm… last…
Cold cash, stackin’ in the moonlight,
Fast life, movin’ with the green light,
Besos y cuerpos, fuego in the strobe light,
Worldwide hustle, money make the vibe tight.
Cold wrist, hot drip, movin’ like a cyclone,
Double up the pesos, digits on the iPhone,
Backstreet shadows, trap beat echoes,
Voices in the rhythm, speakin’ in falsetto.
Bodies intertwine to the sound of the snare,
808 thunder, smoke in the air,
Every step timed, syllables sharp,
Cadence on fire like a spark in the dark.
Muévelo lento, dame calor,
Piernas de fuego, pide más amor,
Siente el pulso, ritmo brutal,
Perreo salvaje, noche inmortal.
Cold cash, stackin’ in the moonlight,
Fast life, movin’ with the green light,
Besos y cuerpos, fuego in the strobe light,
Worldwide hustle, money make the vibe tight.
Cash… cold…
Let it echo, lose control…
Cash… cold…
Never stop, forever roll…
Triplets in the rhyme when I ride on the beat,
Cadence jumpin’ heavy like the heat on the street,
Words intertwine, syllables collide,
Reggaetón swing with the trap on the side.
Flex bilingual, rhythm get critical,
Flow mathematical, energy physical,
Lines overlap like a wave in the bay,
Every bar hittin’ like the drum when it sway.
Cold cash, stackin’ in the moonlight,
Fast life, movin’ with the green light,
Besos y cuerpos, fuego in the strobe light,
Worldwide hustle, money make the vibe tight.
Cold… cash…
Movin’ fast, livin’ last…
Cold… cash…
Forever worldwide…
