Ice Cream Man - Rome Fortune

I said

I said, I said, I said, I said

Two-toned guts

Get the money, bro

Every dollar earned, there’s another foe

Sixteen bars, 'bout a hundred shots

They ain’t my problem, I’mma get the guap

I’mma get the guap

They ain’t my problem, I’mma get the guap

I said, I said, I said, I said

Get some money, man

It ain’t hard to do

The no emotion route

Take it farther, you

Got to get food upon your table, stallions and your stable

Niggas sitting on the couches able, but don’t make the payroll

And these days are passing faster, so I need the check

If I can’t get that shit myself, then I don’t need the sex

That bitch was bad up in a honda, now she in a lex

Said she would never date a baller, but that was a flex

Get some money, man

What is wrong with you?

Talking 'bout THAT nigga

THAT is Rome, you fool

OK, stallions are now in my stable, hit that roll with bankrolls

They can speculate about my life, but it won’t change my payroll

And the days are passing faster, so I grip my grip

Got a little chick who tryna trick, so you know I’mma get

Her mind

Nigga, she can keep the whip

Yep, her mind

We gon' make this money flip

I sit it down to say

Like every single day

That passes with no pay

Evaluate to work my lay

With the body made, the mythology

And her brain is never gray

A few chapters of this pimpology

Get the dough and graduate

And that’s fine, that’s my

Summer break you take in May

That passes every day

Fly there with no delay

So, Rome, what you say?

Yeah, do just what you say?

I said the bread is all that matters 'til they pull us down the lay

I said!