Hey Money Icy icy icy When we talking bout fame we gotta go platinum We talking icy we dont need no friends for em When we talking price we need some red bottons Mehn I got alot of cash in a roll We gotta split all the bands we gotta cash it too All my friend who needed cash we gotta spread it to em We spread the love spread the ice and spray it on em Now I got the west tops Pulling on my ice top Drifting In my drop tops Wen I need to spell a little shit I hold my breath up Hit me with a sand witch We all love the cold stone Wen we talking cash we talking money we talking me Mehn i see this nigga working ice in front of me When we driving cars we go drifting on the street We call out all this ladies we dont know we fuck u to it