Come on a cone Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[G][D][G]

[Verse 1]
[G]Bitches ain't ser[D]ious,
man, these bitches delirious
All these bitches inferiors,
I just pimp my interiors
I just pick up and go, might pick up a ho
Might give conversa[G]tion,
[D]if you kick up the dough
Never mind my money,
never mind my stacks
Every bitch wanna be me,
you can find 'em in Saks
"Pink Friday" two milli, "Super
Bass" triple plat'
When you see me on Ellen,
just admit that I'm winning
Do a show for Versace,
they request me by name
And if they don't get Nicki,
it just won't be the same
When I'm sitting with Anna,
I'm really sitting with Anna
Ain't a metaphor punchline, I'm
really sitting with Anna
Front row at Oscar de la Renta, posture
Ain't a bitch that could do it,
not even my impostor
Put these bitches on lockout,
where the fuck is your roster?
I pull up in that new new,
marinara and pasta

[Verse 2]
Shake my [Bm]head, yo, I'm mad,
ain't a bitch in my zone
In the [C]middle of nowhere,
I just [D]feel so [Em]alone
Got [Bm]the certification,
'cause it come with the stone
But this [D]ice is [F]so cold,
it should come on [Em]a cone
It should come on [D]a cone,
it should come on a cone
Man, my ice is so cold,
it should come on a cone
It should come on a cone,
it should come on a cone
'Cause my ice is so cold,
it should come on a cone

[Verse 3]
7- Up went and gave my [G]com
mercial [D]to Cee- Lo
But don't tell 'em I said it,
let's keep it on the d- low
If you need you a look,
just put me on your song
But you know it'll cost
about six figures long
[Em]But [D]you bitches ain't got it,
where the fuck is your budgets?
Flying Spurs for hers,
mean I'm fucking above it
And I just got the Ghost,
and I'm [Bm]calling it Casper
But that [D]shit is so cold, it belong in Alaska
Why the fuck am I styling? I
competes with myself
When you win against Nicki,
you depleted your wealth
And I'm not masturbating, but
I'm feeling myself
Paparazzis is waiting,
'cause them pictures'll sell
[F#]Now don't [D]you feel real stupid,
yeah, that's egg on your face
If you wasn't so ugly,
I'd put my dick in your face
Dick in your face,
put my dick in your face, yeah
Shake [Bm]my head, yo, I'm

[Verse 4]
[Bm]mad,
ain't a bitch in my zone
In the [C]middle of nowhere, I [D]just feel so alone
[E]Got the[Em] certif[Bm]ication,
'cause it come with the stone
But this ice [F]is so cold,
it should [D]come [E]on a cone
It should come on [D]a cone,
it should come on a cone
Man, my ice is so cold,
it should come on a cone
It should come on a cone,
it should come on a cone
'Cause my ice is so cold,
it should come on a cone

[Verse 5]
Ooh- [D]ooh, dick in your face
Ooh- ooh, dick in your face
Ooh- ooh, dick in your face
Put my dick in your face
Put my dick in your face, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah- yeah- yeah, yeah- yeah- yeah
Yeah- yeah- yeah,
yeah- yeah- yeah
Yeah (yeah)