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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saweetie
Lead Vocals
Gino Borri
Vocals
Sirah
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diamonté Harper
Songwriter
Gino Borri
Songwriter
Jonathan Cuskey
Songwriter
Robert Mandell
Songwriter
Sirah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gino Borri
Producer
John Armstrong
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Gladieux
Recording Engineer
Cronkite
Producer
G Koop
Producer
Lyrics
Daddy, what did you get me today?
What's in the bag?
It better be some ice
Hahaha
For real, quit playing with me (Icy)
Nigga, I want all that shit
Give it to me
Hot boy
Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy
Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy
I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
Let's make the block hot, boy
Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block
Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop
Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want
I love them, I love them hot boys
I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
Let's make the block hot, boy
Bad bitch from the Bay with a ratchet side
He pull up with that stick, let that ratchet ride
My side baby in some Prada, know he gotta take me out
But he don't even drop me off when it's trapping time
Move the rock like Beyoncé
On the Kardash' like he Kanye
Welcome to the good life
If he playing with me, 808 and heartbreak
Treat me right, he gon' get that good-good all night
Money on his head, I could raise that price
When you riding with Saweetie, they gon' want your wife
Keep the rake just in case somebody wan' bite
He wish a nigga would, but a bitch just might
I'm icy with the curve, icy with the curve (ice)
We gon' keep it low-key like he flip a bird (hella low)
He would leave the game behind if I said a word
But I love the way he look when he with the work
Hot boy
Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy
Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy
I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
Let's make the block hot, boy
Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block
Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop
Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want
I love them, I love them hot boys
I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
Let's make the block hot, boy
My hot boy keep it hot with the ice on (yeah)
Got the buffalo tusk with the mink coat (uh-huh)
He move that white girl to the rich white folk
That the rich white kids put inside they white nose
Rich black girl riding in his white ghost
We throw fifty racks cash at the ice store (hoo)
His jeweler know he only choose it if it's froze
That's why he chose the icy girl with the white toes (ice)
Burner in his glovebox, giving me a rush
Top down through the hood, all eyes on us
Keep his chains on when he beat it up (uh)
And when he do, it's like we fucking with the lights on us
Paparazzi flash, he might let the nine bust
But he wanna make it last, tried not to act up (nope)
Fuck me like he hate me 'cause he know I like it rough
I said, "Make it hot, boy"
"Coming right up"
Hot boy
Throwing signs out the top, got the drop on the block, boy
Too soon, don't shoot when I'm riding on top, boy
I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
Let's make the block hot, boy
Hot boy, hot boy, he be on the block
Keep the buzzer on him 'cause the game don't stop
Hot boy, hot boy, tell me what you want
I love them, I love them hot boys
I'm a cold bitch, so you know I need a hot boy
Let's make the block hot, boy
So what are you 'bout to do?
Uh, yeah
I hate the things you do, I hate the things you say
You always call my phone and find a way into my place
We argue all day long, password not to my phone
I wish you would quit, but you went
And figured that I'm with that someone else
I (uh), I can't deny (uh)
Woodgrain the ride (uh)
You're not the one, I jumped the gun
I can't decide (uh)
Sleepless nights (uh)
Start to fight (uh)
Darling, be, just lie to me
I don't mind
I don't (uh), mind
Writer(s): Gino Borri, Diamonte Harper, Jonathan Cuskey, Robert Mandell, Sarah Mitchell
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