Got some ice on me this shit look nice on me
This shit packing a punch I got Mike Tyson weed
She saw two of my cars and started being nice to me
Stepped inside the store they dropped the price on me
Chip tha Ripper doing Numbers You ain't even know it
Black man was here before Columbus. You ain't even know it.
She got no stomach, big booty and she gonna show it
When she came in, she had bands and she gon' blow it
Uh, ice, haters gon' say it's Photoshop and I can dig it
Uh, these niggas half paparazzi, half Robocop, I can't dig it
Uh, they say, where you been, dawg? We ain't seen you in a minute
Uh, and I said, pass the weed, bitch, mind your motherfuckin' business
Uh
These days they wanna ride, and they gon' wave like a low tide
Said the old business, let it go, had to get my niggas on the phone
Uh, even though I ain't seen lil' momma in months
The thought of her is nice, she liked my picture once
Had to call her twice
Thought she was for sure gon' be the one
But I ain't wanna pay the price, guess I thought if I ever lost lil' momma
Then that shit would surely fuck up my life, I'm ight
Talk my shit, cause it's like that, all the shit that I've been through
Catch a nigga at the wrong time, where you think they gon' find you?
Somewhere in the hills, somewhere on a boat, catch another thrill
Cop another coat, God won't he will?, he won't' never won't three, six, nine
Let the devil know got some big boy on me now a bitch can't slow me down
I don't need a big homie now all this rapping paper finna hold me down
These days they wanna ride, and they gon' wave like a low tide
Said the old business, let it go, had to get my niggas on the phone
