Icey I'm so sick of you 18 with 6 figures, taking care of business, signing contracts at the dealer Moved up out my mamas crib because I was a drug dealer Pouring drop and I can't stop, CuttThroat Boys, we them niggas Thought you was down but you niggas is lost Go to the bank just to look in my vault Pushing that white moving that sauce You look so clean but yo lyrics is dirty 3900, don't fuck with no 30's Bitches be choosin', they actin' all flirty I do not trust em', they are not worthy Woah, Woah, Jesus stone froze Thick bad bitch, go head and touch them toes Money, Money, I only move for that money CuttThroat be chasin' that bread, wrap it up like a mummy Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money Finesse a pack then ship it off, for my gang, I do it all