Ahaha
(Good job, 1st)

Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out

I want Tiffany, I want Angel City
I want all that shit, y'all know I be stuntin'
You know I'm so worthy, I want that bust down Rollie
You know diamonds make me feel so horny
Bad motherfucker, I got Louis for my luggage
I need money so I hustle, this ain't FakeWatchBusta
Please don't try me, I might cut ya
Kash get crazy when you touch her
She wear chains when she fuck ya
Get her charms, 'cause she lucky

Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out

I ain't gotta get naked for no tennis bracelet
But I need twenty bands for a fuckin' anklet
He gave me neck, now I got Patek
These bitches only want that shit 'cause they heard Future say it
All on the internet, you know Kash like to flex
When I hit 'em up next, you know I get a necklace
Sometimes I want marriage, sometimes I want karats
These niggas is my bitches, I don't fuckin' care

Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out

I put you in a drought
When you try to ice me out
I put you in a drought
When you try to ice me out
Nigga, ice me out
Ice me the fuck out, nigga
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ice me the fuck out
Woo, no for real

(Good job, 1st)

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Arkeisha Knight, Jason Vincent Harris, Markous Roberts