Ice cold excuse me watin dey leak?
ice cold my jewlries are always on fleek
keep checking it
keep checking it
ice cold my mama said son go shine
ice cold we no dey look face my guy

Nobody cared
When I was cold in the Ice
Now that I’m rich I spray money in they eyes
Hustle on streets there’s no love in they Eyes
We do not sleep, work the money in the bag
Niggas don’t sleep loading cards in my yatch
Fuck the police credit card in my yatch
Screaming thug life when I watch homies die
RIP homies I love y’all for life

Back in the day
When I was doing my thing
Running the block
With the bloods on the street
Showing more love, still gat haters on me
Pull up a Glock to these fake ass homies
Praying my momma
Reap all the fruit of the labors she did, and the prayers that she did on me
Credit Card Money
Oh Gucci my Jacket
And LV my panties
And Prada on me
Cold in the Ice
It’s cold in the trenches
You for yourself
Don’t call us no besties
I aim for the Cake
I go for the Ms
I aim for the doe till it get in my hands
I aim for the Cars
I aim for the diamonds
I aim Grammy
I don’t deal with no friends
I aim for my shooters
I aim for these killers
I aim for the opps
That might knock off my grind

one two buckle my shoe
bitches around everywhere that i look
hmmm hmmm
a no dey look
jam me for quarters
if e sure for you
A don dey sin
God pls forgive me
this life go sweet
but e short my guy
me normally
a no like to dey tey my guy
but sometimes you gas to use scope waka
obtain all the things and dey on guard
we no like to dey say matter
keeeping all these feelings a dey aside
causing trouble no dey solve matter
so imma get racks and count me a check
see the rabbas as a dey cash all these checks
phony hoes keep on crowding my texts
i only fuck with my gs in the ends

ice cold excuse me watin dey leak?
ice cold my jewlries are always on fleek
keep checking it
keep checking it
ice cold my mama said son go shine
ice cold we no dey look face my guy

Nobody cared
When I was cold in the Ice
Now that I’m rich I spray money in they eyes
Hustle on streets there’s no love in they Eyes
We do not sleep, work the money in the bag
Niggas don’t sleep loading cards in my yatch
Fuck the police credit card in my yatch
Screaming thug life when I watch homies die
RIP homies I love y’all for life