Side n*ggas (Ice Cream Soda Pop) lyrics

[Intro]
Glorilla
Dinero, Dinero, b*tch
(Macaroni made it)

[Chorus]
Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side n*ggas do you got?
Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side n*ggas do you got?
One n*gga, two n*ggas, three n*ggas, four
All these tricks, but I still need more
Five n*ggas, six n*ggas, seven n*ggas, eight
n*gga, rent due and it can't be late

[Verse 1]
Well, first, that n*gga Johnny, I think he from the South
That n*gga give me money just to cream all in his mouth
Then I got this n*gga Rico, his ass off in a gang
He my scammin'-ass n*gga, plus he keep a b*tch slay
And Twan ass, he my ride n*gga, always down to slide n*gga
Say I put him in his feelings, be forgettin' that he a side n*gga
Rick is my homeboy, he throwin' up gang signs
Wе be f*ckin' opps, though, that n*gga got some hang time
JoJo ass in lovе, only see me through the FaceTime
He call me every day, his number ready for erase time
[?] mad he can't f*ck, say I only want the face time
Jay think I'm A1, he ain't know I was a canine
Terry from the country, think I met him out the state line
Greg head fire, he ate the coochie [?]
Stopped doggin' these n*ggas, but I'm at it again
I can't be your b*tch, I can just be your friend
My ho actin' up, I get down as his friend
He say bro before hoes, I get down on his twin
Been knowin' Devin since way, way back when
He been on my neck [?] back then
Cool-ass n*gga, let me slide in the Benz
I told him pull up, then sat on his chin
I'm gone with the wind, I done did it again
b*tch, I'm cool like the fridge, put the game [?]
Twist it up like a wig, gave him [?]
Side n*ggas winning, can I get an amen?
[Chorus]
Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side n*ggas do you got?
Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side n*ggas do you got?
One n*gga, two n*ggas, three n*ggas, four
All these tricks, but I still need more
Five n*ggas, six n*ggas, seven n*ggas, eight
n*gga, rent due and it can't be late

[Verse 2]
One n*gga, two n*ggas, three n*ggas, four
All these n*ggas and a b*tch need some more
Your n*gga lookin' hard, duh, b*tch, he gon' go
I'ma take his bag, then send him to his ho
Is that that n*gga John? He thought he was the one
But I'm about my bucks, I just bought his ass for fun
He say a b*tch ain't sh*t like, n*gga, I ain't dumb
Said she can have her n*gga back 'cause I keep a couple backtrack
Case a n*gga try to act up
Told a n*gga throw that cash up
If he wanna see this ass, yup
But I'm just 'bout my figures, so I don't want the dealings
I just want the money, baby, you can keep the feelings
I got [?] incomes, I'm making a killing
n*gga blowin' up my phone, I told that boy leave me 'lone
I just want the f*ckin' dome
Cut that n*gga off, replace him
No face, no case, you know it ain't sh*t to erase him
(What the f*ck you thought, n*gga?)
[Chorus]
Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side n*ggas do you got?
Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side n*ggas do you got?
One n*gga, two n*ggas, three n*ggas, four
All these tricks, but I still need more
Five n*ggas, six n*ggas, seven n*ggas, eight
n*gga, rent due and it can't be late