400 Degrees Freestyle

Yeah, been broke but I ain't never been cheap

And when I ever touch the bag it's never loud but discreet

I need the right amount of cheese before I leak out a seed

'Cause I'ma spoil all my kids and let 'em ride 'til they stink

Daughter in all pink, son with them gold links

Super mommy sweets, the kids in the backseat

Give 'em baby bottle drinks while I'm runnin' a business meeting

If I ain't a Icy girl then what do you call that?

The hustle is all that, the body is all that

Slim thick chick with skin that got no tats

If I'm in the 3-0-5, get blessed with that gold tan

If I'm in the 3-1-0, I'm finessin' a game plan

I'on see a hater, they just jealousy fans

They be wishin' they was me

In they fantasy land, girl who is you foolin'

All that hate just love, used to hate me all the time

And say wassup in clubs then you felt a lil' threatened

Then you switched up 'cause I'm that chick

If you ain't on yo shit you get mad about yo life

And that's the shit that make you sick

See me and my niggas, we trained to go

I'on mess with dumb broads and these fake famous hoes

Bitches get a lump sum and forget where they come from

If these haters had a flavor, it's tasting like dumdums

Niggas with tart cum, sewers and fresh plum

Niggas mad at me, be mad at your income

Shit, 400 degrees but I'm the icy wifey

So I'm bringing the breeze if you feelin' the freeze

I ain't here to just tease, the fingers lookin' for me

'Cause I got what they need