Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
He say he like that I'm mean
He wanna Krispy the Kreme
Only last a couple minutes, make you shoot like a beam
Kettle pot on the lock
I'm trying to blow off some steam
Why I got these bitches mad? Got the green in between
Got the Skittles for days
I'm the circus ole
I'm not a fun-size bag, don't do minimum wage
I'm just tryna get paid while they just tryna get laid
But if you coming off the coins I be dancing for days
And I be flying to states and I be Billin' the Gates
I'm knocking all the doors down I be building the gates
See my name up in bold
Got them shook in they soul
But wanna come for the top? Nah, these niggas ain't bold
And I got all scales on all tens
All scores on all wins
Shades on that's all lens
Courtside that's offence
Sign checks don't think twice
Break bills and break dimes
I play spades you roll dice
Press start and its game time
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
Candy, taste like candy
Caught a body in the Range Rover, like I'm Brandy, sippin' Brandy
I like Georgia peaches, I call 'em Kandi
Hittin' cheeks, but they not Sandy
I'm fine and dandy, ah...
Ate 'em out and tasted just like Cinnabon
But I don't give the tongue to just anyone
Unless you got the funds, I don't do it just for fun
Cock back like a gun, off the Remy, yeah, I'm really dumb
Yeah, I'm nice, but mean with the thighs
I like ice, no surprise, it puts a twinkle in my eyes
Don't get it twisted, I'm the breadwinner
I'm N-O saint, like Drew Brees, I'm a sinner
Rich booty for dinner, I call that figure 8
Lickin' the plate, rocked the fella like Jigga
Now I ain't sayin' he a gold digga
But he definitely not messin' with a broke nigga
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
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Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
He say he like that I'm mean
He wanna Krispy the Kreme
Only last a couple minutes, make you shoot like a beam
Kettle pot on the lock
I'm trying to blow off some steam
Why I got these bitches mad? Got the green in between
Got the Skittles for days
I'm the circus ole
I'm not a fun-size bag, don't do minimum wage
I'm just tryna get paid while they just tryna get laid
But if you coming off the coins I be dancing for days
And I be flying to states and I be Billin' the Gates
I'm knocking all the doors down I be building the gates
See my name up in bold
Got them shook in they soul
But wanna come for the top? Nah, these niggas ain't bold
And I got all scales on all tens
All scores on all wins
Shades on that's all lens
Courtside that's offence
Sign checks don't think twice
Break bills and break dimes
I play spades you roll dice
Press start and its game time
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
Candy, taste like candy
Caught a body in the Range Rover, like I'm Brandy, sippin' Brandy
I like Georgia peaches, I call 'em Kandi
Hittin' cheeks, but they not Sandy
I'm fine and dandy, ah...
Ate 'em out and tasted just like Cinnabon
But I don't give the tongue to just anyone
Unless you got the funds, I don't do it just for fun
Cock back like a gun, off the Remy, yeah, I'm really dumb
Yeah, I'm nice, but mean with the thighs
I like ice, no surprise, it puts a twinkle in my eyes
Don't get it twisted, I'm the breadwinner
I'm N-O saint, like Drew Brees, I'm a sinner
Rich booty for dinner, I call that figure 8
Lickin' the plate, rocked the fella like Jigga
Now I ain't sayin' he a gold digga
But he definitely not messin' with a broke nigga
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
He say he like that I'm mean
He wanna Krispy the Kreme
Only last a couple minutes, make you shoot like a beam
Kettle pot on the lock
I'm trying to blow off some steam
Why I got these bitches mad? Got the green in between
Got the Skittles for days
I'm the circus ole
I'm not a fun-size bag, don't do minimum wage
I'm just tryna get paid while they just tryna get laid
But if you coming off the coins I be dancing for days
And I be flying to states and I be Billin' the Gates
I'm knocking all the doors down I be building the gates
See my name up in bold
Got them shook in they soul
But wanna come for the top? Nah, these niggas ain't bold
And I got all scales on all tens
All scores on all wins
Shades on that's all lens
Courtside that's offence
Sign checks don't think twice
Break bills and break dimes
I play spades you roll dice
Press start and its game time
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
Candy, taste like candy
Caught a body in the Range Rover, like I'm Brandy, sippin' Brandy
I like Georgia peaches, I call 'em Kandi
Hittin' cheeks, but they not Sandy
I'm fine and dandy, ah...
Ate 'em out and tasted just like Cinnabon
But I don't give the tongue to just anyone
Unless you got the funds, I don't do it just for fun
Cock back like a gun, off the Remy, yeah, I'm really dumb
Yeah, I'm nice, but mean with the thighs
I like ice, no surprise, it puts a twinkle in my eyes
Don't get it twisted, I'm the breadwinner
I'm N-O saint, like Drew Brees, I'm a sinner
Rich booty for dinner, I call that figure 8
Lickin' the plate, rocked the fella like Jigga
Now I ain't sayin' he a gold digga
But he definitely not messin' with a broke nigga
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
Luxury on ice, got these boys feeling nasty
Got a bum upset, but you know I keep it classy
Candy, I got them antsy. You know I'm fancy
Vanjie, they know I'm vanjie. You know they can't see
Writer: Darius Williams
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