Had To Icewear Vezzo (Ft. E-40)

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
(Damn Max, this one's too hard)
Yeah, drank god
Oowee
(KCG, boy, you killing 'em)

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, had to cut them bitches out my life 'cause they was leeches
Had to get the Diors, not the Chucks but the sneakers
Had to up my price, takin' change I was tweakin'
Hit the seal and pour a liter, ice my Cubans for no reason
(Iced Up records)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Had to throw the blicky in the stash 'cause they searched me
Left them pussy niggas in my past, they was worthless
Gotta check them drugs, they put fetty in them Perkies
I bought my baby a new ass, spent a bag on her Birkin
Had to leave that 42 alone, I want Patron
Gotta throw the money in the air 'cause this my song
Had to put a hundred in that chop, now it shoot long
Make sure I keep one up in the top, that's for the dome
Had to tell my label "Cut the check, and what's the budget?"
Told that ho keep quiet, she be screamin' when we fuckin'
Always put the twenties in the bank and keep the hundreds
Up a roll and slap her with a stack, bitch, it's nothin'
Had to come new Maybach, yeah the car a extra forty
Had to take them Ruccis off my shit, we ridin' Forgis
Dog shit in my pants, all my 'Miris look like toilets
Crack open the seal and drink a line before I pour it
Gotta know you want the ice I rock, this shit ain't cheap
Had to take them bow's, dog was movin' way too sweet
Put them hitters on, now all my shooters look like Meeks
When y'all was climbin' up them charts, we was movin' through the streets