So Icy (feat. Young Jeezy)

I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy

All these girls excited

Oooo ya know they like it

I'm so icy, so icy

Girl don't try to fight it

All yo friends invited

I'm so icy, so icy

Got a house around my neck, and my wrist on chill

Any given time, 250 in ya grill (a quarter million?)

All I do is talk shit, u can even add a couple grand for my outfit

U betta act like ya know man, in my hood they call me Jeezy da Snowman

Ya get it? Get it? Jeezy da Snowman

I'm iced out, plus I got snow, man

Let it marinate, y'all niggaz is slow man (slow man)

(Man what the fuck y'all... yo dumb ass)

I used to get nineteen for a beat

Call me Ginuwine, the same 'ol G ('ol G)

I'm da shit biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!)

And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata

These niggaz don't like me

I'm wit da Gucci Mane and I'm so icy

She diggin my fit, she think I'm da shit

Is this a chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist

Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet

But she look like the type that could take a dick

Young Gucci Mane, don't kiss me baby u can kiss my chain

Ya gotta be a dime piece,

just to look at the rocks in my time piece

I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy

wit da antique tags

My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady

Niggaz coppin ice we done done it already

Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie

I ride big Chevys cuza nigga ain't petty

I'm icy, so muthafuckin snowed up, lil kids wanna

be like Gucci when they grow up

Me, jeezy and Boo

We ain't hatin pussy nigga 'gon and do what u do

Cuz we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy

I'm hoppin out the range wit da seats piped out

You can still see my chain even when da lights out

Cuz dat's how monsters do it

Spit a lil game give 'em that flosser music

I'm da man from da C.H.I.

These lames runnin 'round thinkin they so fly

Got a lil buzz but Boo been too high

I'm pullin hoes in da club and I don't even try

I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick

I tell her holla at Jeezy if ya wanna pop Cris

Get at Gucci Mane cuz he on some lil shit

And you know I'm in da cut, grippin my 4/5

Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain't runnin

We just takin all ya chicks, buyin drinks gettin blunted

Groupies, show you how to do this son

We throwin out hundreds while you savin them ones

I got so many rocks, on my chain and watch

I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick

I know I'm da bomb, just look at my charms

I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick

I'm so icy

Look at my charms

My... chain... hang... down... to my dick