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Iceberg

"Make Some Room"

Holla!

[Hook]

Murder one, I kill the scene (Dhat)
My whip need to learn some manners cause this b*tch is mean
And it's hard to choose cause them b*tches love the team
Cash rules everything around me, n*gga C.R.E.A.M

[Chorus]

b*tch who you looking at funny
You don't see all this money
You don't see all this diamonds
Ain't hard to tell it we run it
And I'm racked up, my racks up
I hit the mall and I rack up
On every single thing I want
Ay get yo cash up

Now make some room, I said make some room
Get out the way cause it's a lot of paper coming through
Make some room, yeah I said make some room
Get out the way cause it's a lot of paper coming through

[Verse 1: Iceberg]

Hey look, I twist up and get high
I get a grip, nut in that big truck
With that 2Pac of loud
My sticks up, n*ggas shot me
I ma clip up and slide
I ride around and get it
I spent 500 on my jeans
The whole 5 thousand in them n*gga
f*ck whoever you with
My eyes bright and just got the grip
On the new chain for my jit
And got dogtags in that new thing
Cause I be in here with your b*tch
And you hating while I'm snapping
Since you putting on a show
It's only right I go to clapping n*gga
And the more you hate, the more I ball
n*gga I'm sh*tting on all y'all
And I know you falling off
Cause that money talks and you quiet
And I hate motherf*ckers that park their wifes
When my last b*tch had five

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Okay, I'm racked up and I rock that
b*tch see me, let me pass that
Fly as hell, that's YSL
My clientele got millionaires
Louie Vuitton, I got plenty of pairs
Flat black in that Pandamere
Getting head in that private leer
My diamonds clear in that Audemar
b*tch who you looking at funny
You don't see all this money
You don't see all this diamonds
It ain't hard to tell it we run it
God damn, give a n*gga some room
Don't play cause a n*gga know goons
Got sticks pus*y n*gga no brooms
f*ck once pus*y n*gga typhoon
I said I'm racked up
Swear to god if a lame n*gga act up
Big fire, make a n*gga wanna back up
I just hope that you really want backup
My and Iceberg stay stacking like a brinks truck
Live a life we don't really give two f*cks
These hoes thirsty, come quench up
b*tch I'm 24 and I'm rich as f*ck

[Chorus]

[Hook]

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