Ice, Ice Ice, Ice Ice (PULL UP!)

Got me walkin in the sto’, with my damn Ice (What what wow! Hottest DJ in the world)

Ice, Ice Ice, Ice Ice (ZJ ICE! ZJ Chromatic!)

Check my wrist, Check my wrist, (ZJ 123!)

Let it Shine Bright (Hey mom, I’m in the radio, and I’m not coming back!)

Travis: “aye, gimme a topic, what should this song be about?”

Ryan: “make it bout’ ICE.”

Travis: “Ice?”

Ryan: “Ice…”

Travis: “Aye…”

Ryan: “Ice…”

Travis: *Big Yawn*

Ryan: “Black heritage!”

Travis: “Black heritage?

Nick: “Burkina Faso”

Travis: “… Hell nah, I’m talkin’ bout ICE.”

Ice, Ice Ice, Ice Ice

Got me walkin in the sto’, with my damn ICE

Ice, Ice Ice, Ice Ice

On my wrist, Check my wrist

Let it Shine Bright

Ice, Ice Ice, Ice Ice

Walk the sto’, and my wrist still looking right

Ice, Ice Ice, Ice Ice

Empty pockets?

Broke boy, you can’t pay the price!

Bad, nice chick, and she lookin’ nice

She see her eyes blind, when she seein’ my ICE

On my wrist, On my wrist, you can’t pay the price!

You can’t pay the P, but I’m still lookin’ nice

Woke up in the morning, then I hit a party, (aye)

Issa day time, we call that a DARTY

In the Range Rover, yeah I had to start it

Ion’ roll, with no Judas, I can’t die a martyr

She die her hair red, then she throw it back

The way that stack clap, almost had a heart attack (gang)

Almost smashed the flow, but I can’t go

Thinkin’ bout our future, damn, ‘bout our past though

No I can’t go, watch the double doors

BMW i8, Butterfly doors

Butterfly effect, double effect

Bad chick giving neck, but I won’t give affec-tion

‘Cause I cannot cut that check

She a 10/10, and your chick a 9

But I might take, both of them and arch both their spines

And she on my mind…

So I made her mine…

And if she didn’t like me back?

I’d say OK fine

Because I got the ICE, and it’s on all the time

The way that I was raised, girl I cannot settle for a 9

You see, I need the best

I’ll stress with any less

I had to throw them pennies away, cuz I want a dime

(Look at I–)

Ice, Ice Ice, Ice Ice

Got me walkin in the sto’, with my damn ICE

Ice, Ice Ice, Ice Ice

On my wrist, Check my wrist

Let it Shine Bright

Ice, Ice Ice, Ice Ice

Walk the sto’, and my wrist still looking right

Ice, Ice Ice, Ice Ice

Empty pockets?

Broke boy, you can’t pay the price!