[Chorus]
All this ice on my hands, I think I fucked ‘round broke my arm
Touchdown Aspen, Colorado, twenty-five thousand on Louis Vuitton
I go came in Chrome Hearts and I do pointers on my charms
I been ballin’ so hard, bitch, I ball harder than LeBron
Huh, whatever she want, she gon’ get whatever she want
I done beat all the odds, I fuck round beat all of the odds

[Verse 1]
I smoke way too much green can’t feel my eyes
All this green, money on me I’m tryna meet the Wizard of Oz
You know it’s all black my fit
I do codeine pink for all my diamonds
Everything I do so damn fresh, I love it, I think it’s timeless
I couldn’t do this shit no sooner but I think that it’s perfect timing
All my water go monsoon and all thеse n***as wave ridin’
Huh, I get cash еveryday, you’d think it was consignment
Top floor player shit, lil' baby, you know he fye
Here you can live your fantasy, lil bitch just close your eyes
Money make a n***a think twice
Money make a n***a change your mind
Money make a bitch think twice
Money make a hoe change your mind
I gotta rewind it huh, live it one more time
I gotta pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up one more time
I gotta roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up one more time
I gotta cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out one more time
I got cash that’s in my money
I got cash that’s in my freak, that money, when she wanna go spend money
I got so much money, I spend that money when I wanna go spend money
[Chorus]
All this ice on my hands, I think I fucked ‘round broke my arm
Touchdown Aspen, Colorado, twenty-five thousand on Louis Vuitton
I go came in Chrome Hearts, and I do pointers on my charms
I been ballin’ so hard, bitch, I ball harder than LeBron
Huh, whatever she want, she gon’ get whatever she want
I done beat all the odds, I fuck round beat all of the odds

[Verse 2]
Diamonds brighter than stars, I touchdown lil bitch I’m on Mars
I keep pourin' codeine, she ridin' me, no handlebars
I do Balenciaga, I don't shop at no mall
I do everything private, we don't post where we are
I got three different phones and yes, your hoe text ‘em all
I got three different, I got three different pointer chains
Three different plain jane bitches, but yea they head insane
I don’t like commercial plane n***a, need to go private plane
I don’t like no cheap designer n***a, don’t do Helmut Lang

[Chorus]
All this ice on my hands, I think I fucked ‘round broke my arm
Touchdown Aspen, Colorado, twenty-five thousand on Louis Vuitton
I go came in Chrome Hearts, and I do pointers on my charms
I been ballin’ so hard, bitch, I ball harder than LeBron
Huh, whatever she want, she gon’ get whatever she want
I done beat all the odds, I fuck round beat all of the odds
(Diamonds brighter than stars, I touchdown lil bitch I’m on Mars)