Ice Chips

(Es muy bonita!) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Man, how you niggas sleep like this, acting this way? Read my lips, big bitch made (uh) Chasin' seven figures since fifth, sixth grade (uh) I could paint a picture Give me lemons, lemonade (ay) [Verse 1] My Air Jordans, boy You're more than Scottie Pippen Back when momma, poppa didn't have a pot to piss in Grandaddy told me I'd be pimpin' Shit, I miss him Wonder if he peepin' way his grandson drippin' It's ridiculous, I give you ten percent I think that's generous But when I double that, I need it back with interest My intellect is limitless When in effect and in this bitch You say you next, that's tentative scribble I hate riddles Niggas hard knockin', but they really like brittle Give a nigga the business, rough like Brillo Pad my cribbo I ain't never faked it and I still don't (ay) [Chorus] Man, how you niggas sleep like this, acting this way? Read my lips, big bitch made (uh) Chasin' seven figures since fifth, sixth grade (uh) I could paint a picture Give me lemons, lemonade (ay) [Verse 2] I am not a talker, I'm a doer (doer) Pocket dialin' God on every job, like hallelujah (lujah) I can see your future I'm a teacher, I'm a tutor What's the point in frontin'? Not a shooter, I'm a suitor Want my money, run it up All my niggas steady workin' Whether or not the sun is up I prefer collect in person, if I had to sum it up Calculate it, then mackin' it, packing clips Ain't no need to redact to act like we equal In fact I sit on a steeple It's BK meet little fever I eat and spit it with people Teeter from evil to good Soul right under my hood My tree come straight from the woods They told me maybe I should I took a peek and I'm good [Chorus] Man, how you niggas sleep like this (how?) Acting this way? (wow) Read my lips (now) Big bitch made (uh) Chasin' seven figures since fifth, sixth grade (uh) I could paint a picture Give me lemons, lemonade (ay) [Verse 3] Fuck a boss, I wanna be CEO I ponder on tippy toes I'm stronger than many, so no wonder how my pin a pro I come off as friendly, but I'm deadly, kinda cynical Call you niggas rent-a-flow No brake going interval Don't play with my kinnafolk No kidding like Cudi, I might cut you with this penna flow Bottom line is your time is up I sleep in the elevator while they climbing up Don't make me do you like Scooby I'll boil your ramen noodle Employ your mama, you cannot foil the karma Suited with ties that are partly rooted in skies that are dark Alluding to times where the heart is grouped It's design to come through and wreck it It's a present when I'm present When I'm done, it ain't no seconds Ain't no room for second guessin' Is you stupid, is you stressin'? Is you foolin' or acceptin'? I'm just coolin' and collectin' When I'm through, no interceptin' But I do just got a question [Chorus] Man, how you niggas sleep like this (how?) Acting this way? (wow) Read my lips (now) Big bitch made (uh) Chasin' seven figures since fifth, sixth grade (uh) I could paint a picture Give me lemons, lemonade (ay) Man, how you niggas sleep like this, acting this way? Read my lips, big bitch made (uh) Chasin' seven figures since fifth, sixth grade (uh) I could paint a picture Give me lemons, lemonade (ay)