Nightfall in the city, we light it up, (Yeah)
Ridin' in that drop-top, ain't gonna stop. (Skrr)

Ice on my wrist, (huh) call it a Rollie Pollie, (Ice)
Sippin' on henny, I write our own story. (It's lit)

Ice on my wrist, (huh) call it a Rollie Pollie,
Sippin' on henny, My visions getting blurry.

Henny makin' me dork (dork),
fuckin' bitches and whores (whores),
Designers on my body, my bitch be hottie hottie. (Yeah)
With every sip and smoke, i'm iconic,
Writing beats and songs, i'm bagging it. (yeah)

Ice on my wrist, (huh) call it a Rollie Pollie, (Ice) (It's lit)
Sippin' on henny, I write our own story. (Let's get it)

Ice on my wrist, (huh) call it a Rollie Pollie,
Sippin' on henny, My visions getting blurry. (Yeah)

Nights in the city, they'll talk about me, (Talk about me)
Kathmandu, or Paris, they'll talk about me. (Talk about me)
Tokyo to New York,
Everybody knows they'll talk about me.
Talk about me, (Talk about me)
Talk about me. (Skkrr)

Ice on my wrist, (huh) call it a Rollie Pollie, (Ice)
Sippin' on henny, I write our own story. (It's lit)

Ice on my wrist, (huh) call it a Rollie Pollie,
Sippin' on henny, My visions getting blurry. (It's lit)

Ice on my wrist, (huh) call it a Rollie Pollie, (Ice)
Sippin' on henny, I write our own story. (It's lit)

Ice on my wrist, (huh) call it a Rollie Pollie,
Sippin' on henny, My visions getting blurry. (Let's get it)