Lyrics

Yeah, ayy, yeah Polo wools, Bally shoes Sippin' Goose get me loose Sip it straight, don't need juice Burn your throat, a hundred proof, ooh Milly Rock, then I juke All my diamonds look like Casper Yeah, they spooks, hundreds blue Pellegrino with my fruit Uh-huh, I taste good Your bitch wanna fuck on me She say your nut taste like glue What it do? Ayy, I transmute Turn my tears into some clues Turn my juice into some jewels I'm never gon' lose, I'm never gon' lose I got a way to get us all paid (Let it snow, let it snow) Jack-of-all-trades, just keep it on the low, let's go I got a path to get us all fame Niggas aren't safe, feds wanna kick the door, oh Need to go easy on the Bombay It's only Monday and I'm already throwed, cold (Iceman) Playin' with the pussy like arcade (Iceman) Pouring Chardonnay, she get on the floor (Iceman, uh) I got a way to get us all paid (Let it snow, let it snow) Jack-of-all-trades, just keep it on the low, let's go I got a path to get us all fame Niggas aren't safe, feds wanna kick the door Need to go easy on the Bombay It's only Monday and I'm already throwed Playin' with the pussy like arcade Pouring Chardonnay, she get on the floor Uh yeah, ayy, let it snow Look at them birds, they shiverin' Ice cold, Draco like a Slytherin Sellin' dope to your children, big boulders Furs over my shoulders, yeah Your bitch tryna come over here Rap game easy but the dope do numbers I done did a lot of evil, nightmares wake me out my slumber But I still won't quit 'cause I love seein' niggas hatin' Yeah, your boy so froze, I hit the streets and start ice skatin', yeah I got a way to get us all paid Jack-of-all-trades, just keep it on the low, let's go I got a path to get us all fame Niggas aren't safe, feds wanna kick the door, oh Need to go easy on the Bombay It's only Monday and I'm already throwed, cold (Iceman) Playin' with the pussy like arcade (Iceman) Pouring Chardonnay, she get on the floor (Iceman, uh) I got a way to get us all paid (Let it snow, let it snow) Jack-of-all-trades, just keep it on the low, let's go I got a path to get us all fame Niggas aren't safe, feds wanna kick the door Need to go easy on the Bombay It's only Monday and I'm already throwed Playin' with the pussy like arcade Pouring Chardonnay, she get on the floor
Writer(s): Nate Donmoyer, Centel Mangum, Zachary Whitman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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