Iceberg

Lyrics for Iceberg

Sake, this that good shit Yeah, Bizzy The Biz I'm lit, I pop my shit, I make it look too easy I'm rich as fuck, I put two million up, I feel like Peezy I got on Celine with white 1s, boy, this street fashion Kicked out, if she came to G, I'd have got her a G-Wagon This bosses in here, bitch, act like you know where you at I'm in a half-a-million-dollar car smokin' a two-dollar black They keep askin' why I keep showin' money, I remember I ain't have it I went to Louis V, spent twenty K for like two jackets I had to get it right, now I'm livin' Life, I remember when I was dead broke It's pillows in the Maybach, I'm leanin' back like Fat Joe I got the best smoke, I stay high, I stay fly like a flight attendant I was on the Titanic, nigga, look how all this ice be hittin' Black trucks back to back, you don't know which one I'm in I spent eight K on a Louis coat and can't even wear it again Yeah, it's shootin' stars in the double R, told 'em make a wish Spent ten K on an outfit, forgot to take a picture You broke, you a joke where I'm from Gotta get off your ass and hustle I look like I hit the lotto, nigga, bank account got a lot of numbers Nigga, I was in the trenches, I was Talkin' to my label on a trap phone Ten toes in the field, pockets like I got football pads on I'm lit, I pop my shit, I make it look too easy I'm rich as fuck, I put two million up, I feel like Peezy I got on Celine with white 1s, boy, this street fashion Kicked out, if she came to G, I'd have got her a G-Wagon This bosses in here, bitch, act like you know where you at I'm in a half-a-million-dollar car smokin' a two-dollar black They keep askin' why I keep showin' money, I remember I ain't have it I went to Louis V, spent twenty K for like two jackets She fuckin' and suckin' me good (Yeah) If she ask for it, she get it (She get it) I wake up and get straight to it (Get to it) I'm busy handlin' business (Yeah) You better not play with the gang (The gang) It won't be nothin' nice (No) If you got niggas hatin' (Yeah), you doin' somethin' right (Facts) Put a million cash in they face, I apply Straight pressure (I apply straight pressure) All my niggas get money, birds of a feather flock together (Facts) I got the best smoke, I stay high, I stay fly like a flight attendant I was on the Titanic, nigga, look how all this ice be hittin' I'm lit, I pop my shit, I make it look too easy I'm rich as fuck, I put two million up, I feel like Peezy I got on Celine with white 1s, boy, this street fashion Kicked out, if she came to G, I'd have got her a G-Wagon This bosses in here, bitch, act like you know where you at I'm in a half-a-million-dollar car smokin' a two-dollar black They keep askin' why I keep showin' money, I remember I ain't have it I went to Louis V, spent twenty K for like two jackets I was on the Titanic, nigga, look how all this ice be hittin'