Icy

I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy [Chorus] All these girls excited Oh 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, you can even add a couple grand for my outfit You better act like ya know man, in my hood they call me Jeezy the Snowman Ya get it? Get it? Jeezy the Snowman I'm iced out, plus I got snow, man Let it marinate, y'all niggas 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 the shit biatch, I need toilet paper (damn!) And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hater These niggas don't like me I'm wit the Gucci Man and I'm so icy [Chorus] She diggin' my fit, she think I'm the 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 Man, don't kiss me baby you 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 the antique tags My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady Niggas coppin' ice we done done it already Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie I ride big Chevy's cause a nigga ain't petty I'm icy, so motherfuckin' snowed up, lil' kids want to Be like Gucci when they grow up Me, Jeezy and Boo We ain't hatin' pussy nigga 'gon and do what you do 'cause we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy [Chorus] I'm hoppin' out the range wit the seats piped out You can still see my chain even when the lights out 'cause that's how monsters do it Spit a lil game give 'em that flosser music I'm the man from the 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 the club and I don't even try I guess when she glance at my wrist, she want to get my dick I tell her holla at Jeezy if ya want to pop Cris Get at Gucci Man 'cause he on some lil' shit And you know I'm in the 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 the shit, my chain hang down to my dick I know I'm the bomb, just look at my charms I know I'm the shit, my chain hang down to my dick [Chorus] I'm so icy Look at my charms My, chain, hang, down, to my dick