Ice Cold

Them niggas is not what they be talking about
(Should I do it one more time)
Aye, I been bout this shit
(Wooah-Wooahhh)

You been niggas lazy
See I'm the type to make ya bitch crazy
When niggas cappin for the clout
We call em fugazi
And when it comes to my stash
A bitch will never see it
Innovative no more talking
Hoe I'm in it to win it
And I can tell you niggas lame
We don't hustle the same
Stressing yourself about a chick
When I'm off to a check
No need to scam
When me and E
Still macking these hoes
I wish a bitch would call me a simp
That's ignorant bro
These hoes be penny pinching
They mad ion never see em
I'm back to getting riches
My children I gotta fed em
I need my house up on that hill
With a couple of whips
My gold chain
A couple chickens and cows
On that country shit
(Boy I'm tryna tell you nigga)
(If that ain't the most country-est shit I've ever heard)
Yo, fuck wrong widem
(Ion know mane, ayyy)
(Shit spazz off on these niggas mane)

See I'm cold
Iceberg Slim on a simp hoe
They don't like when I talk hoes
Cause I shine like a light show
Lil bad white bitch named Moe
She don't want a man
She do tricks
Like inny miney moe
When it comes down to this money
She go flip mode
Her ex man
He was a busta, no rhymer
She was fucking for a couple of beers
And some cigarettes
I had to step her game up
(Step her game up nigga)
Nah, this shit ain't easy bruh
Aye fuck a record deal
These niggas bitches and typewriters
Start beef and when they see each other Alzheimer's
They wanna jacc steelo
But can't surf on this wave
Here go a floatie
Bitch I need my money ASAP
But no Rocky
When I get on a beat
Imma eat, I'm that cocky
Money saved up
Put the kids off in college
Bitch I'm southern bound
Like ham hocks and collards