Hudson Mohawke Ft. Future, Pusha T, French Montana & Travis Scott - Chimes (Remix) (Lyrics)

[Intro: Future] Her heart is so cold

Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold

She in love with the pole

She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin’ her nose

Her heart is so cold

Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole

She want your friend and your foe

She want the life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O

[Verse 1: Pusha T] She took your car to go and see that nigga

She in his ear like “I’ma leave that nigga”

You ain’t really see it comin’, did yah?

She took your heart and tried to feed it to yah

Twitter told you she was out of town

She ain’t notice she was out of bounds

You ’bout to bust out all her windows, ain’t yah?

And catch a charge that ain’t ’bout no paper

[Hook: Future] Her heart is so cold

Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole

The money, the car, the cars and the clothes

The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O

[Verse 2: French Montana] My dealer want 911 Porsche a nigga

All this money, might Scott Storch a nigga

[?], might start [?] Know who run the town like I’m from Boston, nigga

Mixin’ purple with that Henny, man it get you startled

When you talkin’ ’bout that money, man they’ll eat your heart out

All my niggas rollin’, sippin’ on that molly water

Shorty on that hazy, shout to [?] [Pre-Hook: Future] Her heart is so cold

Her heart is so cold, her heart is so cold

She in love with the pole

She grind for the rolls, and she tweakkin’ her nose

[Hook: Future] [Bridge: Travi$ Scott] She in love with the money

She in love with the molly

She in love, that’s so crazy

She in loooooooooove

Forreal though, do you feel love?

I get trill love not real love

I’m tryna figure, should I tip her?

I’m an H-Town nigga, STRAIGHT UP!

[Verse 3: Pusha T] You ain’t been around a richer nigga

He can only show you bitches pictures

It’s like the chopper shot the nigga down

But he don’t even see that she the trigger

Ain’t nothin’ wrong with your ambition, baby

Come fuck this platinum musician, baby

Your nigga’s pockets screamin’ “Out of order”

Fuck [?], we get ‘cross the border

[Hook: Future]