Cartel MGM - Ice lyrics

Ice, Ice, Ice, All These Chandeleirs (x8) I feel like superman flying thru these glaciers I serve sniffers And I serve tweakers Is it a sin servin' dope to your preacher Started off small with 20's in my sneakers I got the new new I got the that blue blue Or that tan or that clear See right thru Long pierce sharps Tweak money large Graveyard time you better not catch a charge Pipehead told me Can you please front me G I ain't really got no money But I just want a tweak Took a hit from the pipe I've been up for a week Then come back and shop when you got my money Ice, Ice, Ice All These Chandeliers (x8) Hundred for a gram If you want that tweak tweak 16 ounces move em' by the OZ f** the police It was code for 13 Put it on the block And you can really see Your money double up Your money triple up Some use four papers Some use light blocks Man those white folks love smoking out the pipe And I love the money So im staying up all night Tweaker robbin' stores He just want a chandelier s**ing dick for the tweak She just want a chandelier 3.5 for two hundred for a ball of chandeliers Got me in the trap spot like all these chandelier Ice, Ice, Ice All The Chandeliers (x8)