I'm so icey
I'm so icey
I'm so icey

I'm so icey
I'm so icey
I'm so icey

I'm so icey
I'm so icey
I'm so icey

Your bitch on me
I gotta' make it on me
It's crazy what you see in them streets
I was gone for the weekend
Tryin' get this back so we can
One day own a private jet
They goin' hate to see us flex
Now I want your bestfriend
I think that she the better friend

I'm so icey
I'm so icey
I'm so icey
I'm so icey
I'm so icey
I'm so icey

I'm so icey
I'm so icey
I'm so icey