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Ice on my neck, it don't weigh like them
Might cut my shit low, put the waves on swim
Fresh off the boat that shit pay my rent
Got gold by the load that shit change my skin
Whippin' this bitch 'til I sprain my wrist
I pivot the whip 'til I sprain my rims
Ice on my neck, it don't weigh like them
Might cut my shit low, put the waves on swim
Hundred on a bucket, I'm like, "Fuck it, I can spend it all"
It ain't no discussion, if I touch it, I can get it all
It ain't no discussion, if she want me, she can get involved
Question my profession, but you love it when the paper call
Get the money, then I'm back low
They was lookin' for me, but they heard the back door
Tryna reach me at the signal or the Batphone
I ain't talkin' 'less the money come in stacks tho, racks fold
Gettin' loose in this bitch, who's in this bitch?
Careful with the moves in this bitch, fuse gettin' lit
I can still maneuver this shit, cool it a bit
You put two and two, you see who influencin' it
Ice on my neck, it don't weigh like them
Might cut my shit low, put the waves on swim
Fresh off the boat that shit pay my rent
Got gold by the load that shit change my skin
Whippin' this bitch 'til I sprain my wrist
I pivot the whip 'til I sprain my rims
Ice on my neck, it don't weigh like them
Might cut my shit low, put the waves on swim
Slidin' up in somethin' niggas never seen
Steppin' like I'm peddelin', powder for the Medellín (Yeah, yeah)
When I turn the motor, see the kerosene (Yeah, yeah)
All white on her body, where the ketamine?
I might cut the curls and put the butters in
Shark up in the water, but she lovin' him
Ice up on my body got me shudderin'
Droppin' cash 'til the money counter stutterin'
Gettin' loose in this bitch, who's in this bitch?
Careful with the moves in this bitch, fuse gettin' lit
I can still maneuver this shit, cool it a bit
You put two and two, you see who influencin' it
Ice on my neck, it don't weigh like them
Might cut my shit low, put the waves on swim
Fresh off the boat that shit pay my rent
Got gold by the load that shit change my skin
Whippin' this bitch 'til I sprain my wrist
I pivot the whip 'til I sprain my rims
Ice on my neck, it don't weigh like them
Might cut my shit low, put the waves on swim



Writer(s): Elijah Furquan, Louis Wermter



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