Troy Ave - The Weatherman lyrics

[Intro] I got snow, I got ice Shawty like- like when I talk that dope boy tough sh*t [Chorus] I got snow, I got ice, I’m the weatherman Your ni**a arguing 'bout the price, you need a better man I got sticks, I got drums like I head a band Married to the game but I don’t wear a wedding band I got snow, I got ice, I’m the weatherman Your ni**a arguing 'bout the price, you need a better man I got sticks, I got drums like I head a band Married to the game but I don’t wear a wedding band [Verse 1] Half a million dollar bail right after arraignment Switch all the V's 'cause them bugs ain’t nothing to play with I just point, fu*k a price, she looked in amazement Her last ni**a left the dealer with payment arrangements My life’s out of order but papers straight I’m crooked but my god is great Won’t you let me take you on a date? That’s a rhetorical question, I’m always giving those Along with dick and a uber, I’m never cuffin' hoes [Chorus] I got snow, I got ice, I’m the weatherman Your ni**a arguing 'bout the price, you need a better man I got sticks, I got drums like I head a band Married to the game but I don’t wear a wedding band I got snow, I got ice, I’m the weatherman Your ni**a arguing 'bout the price, you need a better man I got sticks, I got drums like I head a band Married to the game but I don’t wear a wedding band [Verse 2] Pull up with the roof dropped, eating on a rooftop I been leveled up, but she said, "Boy, I’m giving you top" I laughed, put a palm on her ass then gripped a veal chop And told her, "Here, now you grab some meat", she like, "Yo chill, stop" Send the bill out, then I peel knots Then we peel out, what my conceal for? Violated probation, I'm like, "For real, stop" Here come the [?], she a for real cop [Chorus] I got snow, I got ice, I’m the weatherman Your ni**a arguing 'bout the price, you need a better man I got sticks, I got drums like I head a band Married to the game but I don’t wear a wedding band I got snow, I got ice, I’m the weatherman Your ni**a arguing 'bout the price, you need a better man I got sticks, I got drums like I head a band Married to the game but I don’t wear a wedding band