Walking on Ice lyrics

[Verse 1:]

Walking on ice
Sorry she told you about it she right
100 on my wrist 100 on my b*tch, don't feel it dawg get used to it
Yeah, My pockets fat
All the hoes lose confidence now they know that
Tell your b*tch i make it stack
Wrapping it but noticed that girl was wack
She caught on me tell me something i don't know
Hey, don't wanna f*ck me i doubt it
Hey, still taking dope on the low low
f*cking your girl with a Gopro
Damn she's not my type but the vibe made me f*ck her
Shout out to my n*gga cooler
Shout out to all my n*ggas smoking ganja
Blow that b*tch up like osama
Going in like it was easy
She keep on calling me zaddy while this one's calling papi
This sh*t is getting confusing
Nah,you know i am not losing
Yeah, i know this b*tch is thirsty
Ain't freaking out cuz i got the juice on me
I tryna slow down but the gas won't let me
I tryna go home your momma won't let me
Yeah, all i wanna do is money
All you wanna do is hate me
[Hook:]

Just wants to make dough with fun though
No I will not f*ck on that hoe
Yeah, Getting calls my bad not answering
Don't worry my sh*t is not lurking
Bands on my hands ready to get them dancin
Don't feel my n*ggas man you flexin
Slow down we ain't in a hurry
So What don't you just hit on that brocoli
Counting my papers all hunnid
Just got her number well f*ck it
You know my shoe game is solid
You should be ready like rocky
My pockets are stuff like a turkey
Let it bang right in her pus*y
Wanted a piece of my cake, Nah
Wanted a piece of my di*k, yeah

[Verse 2:]

Told myself the f*ck outta here
Like this sh*t is crazy
Kinda lazy
Money heavy
Raining bills on my head
Getting this b*tch in one night
Getting this sh*t in one try
Ain't about that simple life
I'm about the super style
Yeah, this kid is making me laugh
This b*tch is making mad
Hold on, Just got my ounces back
Feed me with some stacks
f*ck them lil rats
Ukulele on this b*tch
This cookie cost me a 100
Wake up, saw her face and start running
Flex on my ex like my boy uzi
Aim the Rari
sh*t, I forgot the phillies
She's on prada
I give the D she thank me
I'm just like De Nada
Trying these hoes like trousers
Blocking these shots howard
Working on it I'm winning
Bape in my head i like it
Bands in my pants I like it
Jugging to the max I hate it
Making them mad I know it

[Hook:]

Just wants to make dough with fun though
No I will not f*ck on that hoe
Yeah, Getting calls my bad not answering
Don't worry my sh*t is not lurking
Bands on my hands ready to get them dancin
Don't feel my n*ggas man you flexin
Slow down we ain't in a hurry
So What don't you just hit on that brocoli
Counting my papers all hunnid
Just got her number well f*ck it
You know my shoe game is solid
You should be ready like rocky
My pockets are stuff like a turkey
Let it bang right in her pus*y
Wanted a piece of my cake, Nah
Wanted a piece of my di*k, yeah


[Verse 1:]

Walking on ice
Sorry she told you about it she right
100 on my wrist 100 on my b*tch, don't feel it dawg get used to it
Yeah, My pockets fat
All the hoes lose confidence now they know that
Tell your b*tch i make it stack
Wrapping it but noticed that girl was wack
She caught on me tell me something i don't know
Hey, don't wanna f*ck me i doubt it
Hey, still taking dope on the low low
f*cking your girl with a Gopro
Damn she's not my type but the vibe made me f*ck her
Shout out to my n*gga cooler
Shout out to all my n*ggas smoking ganja
Blow that b*tch up like osama
Going in like it was easy
She keep on calling me zaddy while this one's calling papi
This sh*t is getting confusing
Nah,you know i am not losing
Yeah, i know this b*tch is thirsty
Ain't freaking out cuz i got the juice on me
I tryna slow down but the gas won't let me
I tryna go home your momma won't let me
Yeah, all i wanna do is money
All you wanna do is hate me