Yeah, been broke but I ain't never been cheap And when I ever touch the bag it's never loud but discreet I need the right amount of cheese before I leak out a seed 'Cause I'ma spoil all my kids and let 'em ride 'til they stink Daughter in all pink, son with them gold links Super mommy sweets, the kids in the backseat Give 'em baby bottle drinks while I'm runnin' a business meeting If I ain't a Icy girl then what do you call that? The hustle is all that, the body is all that Slim thick chick with skin that got no tats If I'm in the 3-0-5, get blessed with that gold tan If I'm in the 3-1-0, I'm finessin' a game plan I'on see a hater, they just jealousy fans They be wishin' they was me In they fantasy land, girl who is you foolin' All that hate just love, used to hate me all the time And say wassup in clubs then you felt a lil threatened Then you switched up 'cause I'm that chick If you ain't on yo shit you get mad about yo life And that's the shit that make you sick See me and my niggas, we trained to go I'on mess with dumb broads and these fake famous hoes Bitches get a lump sum and forget where they come from If these haters had a flavor, it's tasting like dumdums Niggas with tart cum, sewers and fresh plum Niggas mad at me, be mad at your income Shit, 400 degrees but I'm the icy wifey So I'm bringing the breeze if you feelin' the freeze I ain't here to just tease, the fingers lookin' for me 'Cause I got what they needTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
