Ice On My Neck

(Yeah… look at me)

Who doin’ it like this?

Nobody

Turn my mic up,

let ‘em hear it!

(grraow, yeah!)

Pretty face, waist gone,

tell me what you hatin' on Lookin’ good,

smellin’ right, booked and busy every night I don't chase,

I replace, put that pressure in they face (Yeah she bad!) (Too

bad!) (Yeah she bad!) (Too bad!) (Make 'em mad!) (So mad!) (Make

'em mad!) (So mad!)

Ten out of ten,

yeah you know I never lose Walk up in the spot,

give 'em somethin’ they can view!

Twenty-inch lace, gloss drippin' off my lip Waist snatched so tight you

can barely see my hip Lookin' at the price tag?

I don't care what it cost Every time I step out,

got the whole block lost He blowin' up my phone,

sayin’ “Where you at tonight?” Told him sit and wait in line,

gotta get your paper right Drop-top revvin',

leave 'em choked up in the smoke All these broke-ass haters wanna

act like it's a joke Bitch,

I’m the prize, why you actin' so surprised?

Look me in my eyes,

see the dollar signs rise!

Do your dance, do your dance!

Count the bands in your hands!

They can look, they can't touch!

Tell 'em why you cost too much!

(Hey, hey, get it,

get it!) (Hey, hey,

get it,

get

it!)

Walked in the section,

whole room went blind (bling!) Hate on me all day,

still gotta get in line He thought he had a chance,

had to laugh in his face (hahaha!) Can’t even afford the fit,

boy, you out of place Five-star dinner,

but I’m lookin' like the meal Everything authentic,

yeah, you know the body real Talk a lot of trash,

but you starin' at the floor When I step out on the

scene, leave 'em beggin’ me for more I don't do drama,

I just run up the check Got the ice on my wrist

and the sun on my neck!

Look at me, look at you—ain't no competition I'm the main event,

you just payin' for admission (Like,

be for real) (Look at the score,

baby) Three, two, ONE—

Pretty face, waist gone,

tell me what you hatin' on Lookin’ good,

smellin’ right, booked and busy every night I don't chase,

I replace, put that pressure in they face (Yeah she bad!) (Too

bad!) (Yeah she bad!) (Too bad!)

(Make 'em mad!) (So mad!) (Make 'em mad!) (So mad!) Ten out

of ten, yeah you

know I

never lose Walk up in the spot,

give 'em somethin’ they can view!

(Repetitive chant fading over rolling hi-hats) Who that?

That's me Who that?

That's me Can't touch this,

baby, not for free

(hahaha!) Yeah, you wish