Ice Cold - OTOTW

Penthouse girls money cars
Running threw the city
With my dogs
All we ever wanted was to ball
Now I'm feeling like
I'm on top of the world
Remember we was broke
And used to starve
Struggling and praying
Up to god
Now they looking at us
Like we stars
And im feeling like
I'm on top of the world

Pulled up to
My old projects
And just sat
Looking back at
What it took to progress
I thought crack
Was a genie
In a bottle
Saw unk turn a rock
To a rover
On fort lauder
Dale punched dude
In the face
Manslaughter was the case
Caught
Tens and twenties stuffed
In my pockets what
The bass brought
Four hundred off
A eight ball
Ninety is what they cost
Remember me and fea
Would write raps
In my attic
On his days off
Dice said it would pay off
Just don't quit ya day job
Watching yo mtv raps
With cuz chain on
Jay z came on
Proud to be from new york
Hot dog's and pork n bean's
Shit dinner was the worst
Jordan's dropped on the third
Couldn't get em
Till the first
Had to wear play clothes
To play outside
In the dirt
Now I dirty hundred dollar
Shirts drifting on a boat
Its bellaire everywhere we go
Blowing hella smoke a yo

Penthouse girls money cars
Running threw the city
With my dogs
All we ever wanted was to ball
Now I'm feeling like
I'm on top of the world
Remember we was broke
And used to starve
Struggling and praying
Up to god
Now they looking at us
Like we stars
And I'm feeling like
I'm on top of the world

How much blood sweat
And tears can I give
Me and all my nigs
Trying to get
Some munchies
For that fridge
Trying to get
Some money for that spiz
I need money for my kids
Cause them little muthafuckas
Getting big
Everybody live once
I'm just trying to live twice
Puffing on a big blunt
I'm just trying to get right
Everytime I lift up
Taking off on
This flight
I vow to stay dripped up
Gotta keep my drip tight
Gotta keep my grip tucked
Gotta keep my clip right
If a nigga slip up
He slipping out of this life
Imma ride
And I slide for my niggas
Get money
And get fly with my niggas
I'm willing to die
With my niggas
Grind with my niggas
Stack a bag up and shine
With my niggas
Now and days
I give advice like
Get money my nigga
You got it
Now stay hungry
My nigga that's boss shit

Penthouse girls money cars
Running threw the city
With my dogs
All we ever wanted was to ball
Now I'm feeling like
I'm on top of the world
Remember we was broke
And used to starve
Struggling and praying
Up to god
Now they looking at us
Like we stars
And I'm feeling like
I'm on top of the world

Written by:
Bartosz Walka, Brandon Harmon, Marcin Gerek

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