Iceberg

Your rock, it weighs heavy on my finger
Like the scent of you on my skin lingers
And you know that's just how I like it, babe
Like I love the weight of you on me, babe

Every morning I wake to a fantasy (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
The glory of you layin' next to me (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And just when I'm thinkin', damn I'm so blessed
We go another round and then another round before we get dressed

Cold (Your rock on my finger)
Cold (Lay it on, lay it on, babe)
Cold (Ice on my finger)
Cold (Weigh it on, weigh it on, babe)

Jet to Italy, you're my Gregory, I'm your undercover princess Audrey
Roman holiday then to Saint-Tropez, sippin' on that first-class champagne
Take a speed boat out on the French Riviera
Wearin' out that Sapphire Reserve since the day that I married ya

Now the honeymoon's over, we're back to work (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Dual income, no kids, trade in miles for merch (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Fill up our house with all that we want, no, we don't say no
New smart fridge for Mama, OLED TV for Papa, but it's startin' to get so

Cold (Your rock on my finger)
Cold (Lay it on, lay it on, babe)
Cold (Ice on my finger)
Cold

You're the King Jay-Z to my Queen B
The Lucious Lyon to my Cookie
The Pierre Curie to my Marie
We're climbin' higher, babe
Buildin' up our empire, babe
But what happened to the fire, babe
Still I hold it down to the wire, babe

Now our bedroom's a boardroom, no rest 'til we have it all
Dusty wedding frames to the side and a whiteboard on the wall
Game plan dinner parties every second Friday night
And potential investors get guest of honor invites

Decked out in my Cartier
My neck looks like a frozen lake
Off it comes with my dress at the end of the night
Look over at you in bed, as always out like a light

Tell me when did we
Tell me when did we
Tell me when did we get so

Cold
Cold
Cold
Cold
Weigh it on, weigh it on
Weigh it on, weigh it on
Weigh it on, weigh it on, babe