Juicy J, Future, A$AP Ferg - Ice lyrics

Yeah, ice (Mike WiLL Made-It)
So much ice, so much ice
Your boy Juicy J, lets get it

Time to hit the club, throw on my ice
Anybody get wronged, put 'em on ice
Ten bottles of the Ace, sittin' on ice
Actavis with Jolly Ranchers, pour it over ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice

Ballin' like a fadeaway
My money don't fade away
I wake up, roll one up, brush my teeth
Then go get paid
Let's go get this money homie
Ain't no way around it
Keep them fuck niggas from around me
I go in like I'm grounded
I'm a rich nigga homie, I don't give a damn
Nigga run up on me, he a dead man
Spend the night with somebody wife in a suite
Got a thot pussy poppin' in a handstand
Style on my ace of spades
Come here little momma, have a sip
Juicy J sold dope
They tryna ban a nigga like Actavis
I don't fuck with none of ya'll niggas
Like an activist
I be gettin' bent behind tent
Like a campin' trip
Brown skin, caramel, shawty just my eye candy
I got so much ice on
I could sink the Titanic

Time to hit the club, throw on my ice
Anybody get wronged, put 'em on ice
Ten bottles of the Ace, sittin' on ice
Actavis with Jolly Ranchers, pour it over ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice

I was runnin' from the police
When I dropped my dough
I almost gave out of breath
But I didn't lose hope
I got 350 dimes, I sell 'em two for one
I'm trappin' every single day because
I gotta make money
And if a nigga get caught
Bitch I'm goin' on the run
I had to learn about that fork
And ever since I was stuntin'
They say the undercovers 'round here
Tryna catch me with somethin'
I heard they ran up in my homies
Spot and found all the guns
We bought the AR's with the nuts on 'em
Them chops go blat-blat-blat dat dat dat
When it's necessary
Put a nigga on ice like Ben & Jerry's
Quarter million worth of of real ice
Cause me and my niggas got merit

Time to hit the club, throw on my ice
Anybody get wronged, put 'em on ice
Ten bottles of the Ace, sittin' on ice
Actavis with Jolly Ranchers, pour it over ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice

So icy, like Jeezy & Gucci
Low fade like Boosie spit crack like Pookie
All for the love of the coochie
Fuck them Friday through Tuesday
Hit the highway with the Kool-Aid
Smile, I'm in love with that booty
I'm in love with the music
That's why I do it high off the stupid flow
I use it and abuse it
Half rappers is foolish
They take your brain and pollute it
I Street Fightered a ho
I take your brain and I duke it
I take her brain and I do it
I fucked your dame and you knew it
Got the fame off this crew shit
You couldn't last on this cruise ship
Couldn't last with this flow
I was different on this one
I got hundreds or more
Wait until you hear my new shit

Time to hit the club, throw on my ice
Anybody get wronged, put 'em on ice
Ten bottles of the Ace, sittin' on ice
Actavis with Jolly Ranchers, pour it over ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice