GloRilla, Kay Dinero - Side Niggas (Ice Cream Soda Pop) lyrics

Glorilla
Dinero, Dinero, bitch
(Macaroni made it)

Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side niggas do you got?
Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side niggas do you got?
One nigga, two niggas, three niggas, four
All these tricks, but I still need more
Five niggas, six niggas, seven niggas, eight
Nigga, rent due and it can't be late

Well, first, that nigga Johnny
I think he from the South
That nigga give me money just to
Cream all in his mouth
Then I got this nigga Rico
His ass off in a gang
He my scammin'-ass nigga
Plus he keep a bitch slay
And Twan ass, he my ride nigga
Always down to slide nigga
Say I put him in his feelings
Be forgettin' that he a side nigga
Rick is my homeboy
He throwin' up gang signs
We be fuckin' opps, though
That nigga got some hang time
JoJo ass in love
Only see me through the FaceTime
He call me every day
His number ready for erase time
Mad he can't fuck
Say I only want the face time
Jay think I'm A1
He ain't know I was a canine
Terry from the country
Think I met him out the state line
Greg head fire, he ate the coochie
Stopped doggin' these niggas
But I'm at it again
I can't be your bitch
I can just be your friend
My ho actin' up, I get down as his friend
He say bro before hoes
I get down on his twin
Been knowin' Devin since way, way back when
He been on my neck back then
Cool-ass nigga, let me slide in the Benz
I told him pull up, then sat on his chin
I'm gone with the wind, I done did it again
Bitch, I'm cool like the fridge
Put the game
Twist it up like a wig, gave him
Side niggas winning, can I get an amen?

Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side niggas do you got?
Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side niggas do you got?
One nigga, two niggas, three niggas, four
All these tricks, but I still need more
Five niggas, six niggas, seven niggas, eight
Nigga, rent due and it can't be late

One nigga, two niggas, three niggas, four
All these niggas and a bitch need some more
Your nigga lookin' hard, duh, bitch
He gon' go
I'ma take his bag, then send him to his ho
Is that that nigga John? He
Thought he was the one
But I'm about my bucks
I just bought his ass for fun
He say a bitch ain't shit like, nigga
I ain't dumb
Said she can have her nigga back
'cause I keep a couple backtrack
Case a nigga try to act up
Told a nigga throw that cash up
If he wanna see this ass, yup
But I'm just 'bout my figures
So I don't want the dealings
I just want the money, baby
You can keep the feelings
I got incomes, I'm making a killing
Nigga blowin' up my phone
I told that boy leave me 'lone
I just want the fuckin' dome
Cut that nigga off, replace him
No face, no case
You know it ain't shit to erase him
(What the fuck you thought, nigga?)

Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side niggas do you got?
Ice cream, soda pop, cherry on top
How many side niggas do you got?
One nigga, two niggas, three niggas, four
All these tricks, but I still need more
Five niggas, six niggas, seven niggas, eight
Nigga, rent due and it can't be late