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Yeah, yeah
When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks
Mami drop them tops 'fore them dollars go back
in my pocket or the trunk of the black Impala
where the pump just sit for them punks who trip
But besides that, life's good - yeah
This my nigga Blade right here (you could call me Icewood)

Icewood? (Icewood) I could
go home witchu baby if the pipe good

We get a whole lot of scrilla, fo'-fives is wit us
Whole flight can fill us, Globetrotter nigga
When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers
on your cell that's me callin to tell you
that I ain't at home (yeah)
I'm witnessin the midnight sun in Finland with the big row bone
With six different funds
Coronas, pesos, zeros, the list goes on
We send henchmen to wet ya
In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us
Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off she (yeah)
yellin pass the bar to rip in buildings, mami

If you got love for me, then do your little dance for me
Turn that ass around, (turn around) and keep doin what you dooooo
If you got a thang for me, then do your thang for me
Turn that ass around, (turn around) cause you've got it comin

Turn that ass 'round, ma you know I'm a clown
Throw a little money 'round, do my dance to the sounds
Worth a whole lotta cash, so you know I got the pound on me
Yeah dance for my homie (damn what's the nigga name?)
Five-Nine (Five-Nine)

Pimp game got it goin from the first line
Chain plenty hang time, yeah

G-4 plane flyin, '05 Range drivin
If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signin
Heard she can make it do the "Nolia Clap"
It's Mr. Blade Icewood the new king of rap
I got these shots for you haters (c'mon)
Tell the waiters bring the shots, use the liquor to motivate her
to hop up in the whip, before she leave the lot
Got my dick between her lips; hand between her hips
On some freaky shit, yeah ain't know I did it like that
She thought it was all rap 'til she screamin on her back
Playa, we send henchmen to wet ya
In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us
Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off she
sayin pass the bar to rip in buildings, mami

Yeah, we hit makers with acres
We hit Vegas with chips major, we can't just
ball like the usual team, we stay whylin
Up the challenge, fuck it, tear up the palace
Fuck with, nothin but them trucks with, halogen lights
Did bad in his life, them cuts and calluses
In the G-4, in a suit, eatin souffl©
In the seat big get your coupe, nigga go play

Hey come over here!
Well you can have it your way, blow cabbage all day
Ice, everywhere, bought it from all yay
This ain't no spaceship, gave the Rover a facelift
Lift the fifth to my lips while she movin her hips
Yeahhh - side to side, I decide
when the time is right for us to slide
We ain't movin at the mansion yet, the panty's wet
That's how you feel off a pill, why you panickin?
Go away!
Yeah, yeah   When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks   Mami drop them tops 'fore them dollars go back   in my pocket or the trunk of the black Impala   where the pump just sit for them punks who trip   But besides that, life's good - yeah   This my nigga Blade right here (you could call me Icewood)      Icewood? (Icewood) I could   go home witchu baby if the pipe good      We get a whole lot of scrilla, fo'-fives is wit us   Whole flight can fill us, Globetrotter nigga   When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers   on your cell that's me callin to tell you   that I ain't at home (yeah)   I'm witnessin the midnight sun in Finland with the big row bone   With six different funds   Coronas, pesos, zeros, the list goes on   We send henchmen to wet ya   In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us   Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off she (yeah)   yellin pass the bar to rip in buildings, mami      If you got love for me, then do your little dance for me   Turn that ass around, (turn around) and keep doin what you dooooo   If you got a thang for me, then do your thang for me   Turn that ass around, (turn around) cause you've got it comin      Turn that ass 'round, ma you know I'm a clown   Throw a little money 'round, do my dance to the sounds   Worth a whole lotta cash, so you know I got the pound on me   Yeah dance for my homie (damn what's the nigga name?)   Five-Nine (Five-Nine)      Pimp game got it goin from the first line   Chain plenty hang time, yeah      G-4 plane flyin, '05 Range drivin   If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signin   Heard she can make it do the "Nolia Clap"   It's Mr. Blade Icewood the new king of rap   I got these shots for you haters (c'mon)   Tell the waiters bring the shots, use the liquor to motivate her   to hop up in the whip, before she leave the lot   Got my dick between her lips; hand between her hips   On some freaky shit, yeah ain't know I did it like that   She thought it was all rap 'til she screamin on her back   Playa, we send henchmen to wet ya   In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us   Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off she   sayin pass the bar to rip in buildings, mami      Yeah, we hit makers with acres   We hit Vegas with chips major, we can't just   ball like the usual team, we stay whylin   Up the challenge, fuck it, tear up the palace   Fuck with, nothin but them trucks with, halogen lights   Did bad in his life, them cuts and calluses   In the G-4, in a suit, eatin souffl©   In the seat big get your coupe, nigga go play      Hey come over here!   Well you can have it your way, blow cabbage all day   Ice, everywhere, bought it from all yay   This ain't no spaceship, gave the Rover a facelift   Lift the fifth to my lips while she movin her hips   Yeahhh - side to side, I decide   when the time is right for us to slide   We ain't movin at the mansion yet, the panty's wet   That's how you feel off a pill, why you panickin?   Go away!