Bottega On Ice
[intro]

Yayuh, Raw
Keep that Bottega on ice, Gold Prosecco
Oh, don't worry about if we run out
We got some extra Bottega downstairs in the fridge
Cold as ice

[Verse 1]

All I do is stay low while stacking on my riches
You the type to talk business around random bitches
She a good girl and I know she ain’t a hoe
But you just worried bout her fucking other niggas, let her go
If she real, she'll stay around nigga focus on your dough
If you ain't tryna get no paper, here’s some tissue you can blow
Crossing bisexual women kissing off my bucket like
But I'm watching all my money and my pockets French kiss
Eyes on thе prize, but I never losе sight though
Going Jordan for the Jacksons, I'm a young Michael
My transactions ain't final yet
But watch the tables turn like a rotating dining set
Everything is freshly squeezed in my glass
If I meet you at the port, then you might get a pass
My passport stamped up, gotta get a renewal
The fourth quarter of the year, the grind gotta be crucial
Our discussions over dinner in a private location
We constructing up a play or talk about renovation
You can brag about yo plan, but we don't care bout shit you in
Got here off financial discipline
[Hook]

Pen and paper drawing plays from the day to the night
Two models in the suite, watch em playfully fight
If it's tropic it's the topic, i'm into something nice
Bottega on ice, man i’m living the life
Pen and paper drawing plays from the day to the night
Two models in the suite, watch em playfully fight
If it’s tropic it's the topic, i’m into something nice
Bottega on ice, Bottega on Ice

[Verse 2]

I invest it then forget all about it, the money doubling
Making love to my finances, rich nigga cuddling
She light brown skinned like Parker McKenna
Hit it hard, never invite her to dinner
Stack it up and do the shit with ease
I'm not a rat in a maze, but I can smell my way to cheese
I like to boss up on extra bread cuz i'm a Mac
And once I get a hold of the chicken, it's a wrap
Tell her take notes, cuz a nigga bouta school her
I keep the numbers on the wood, baby i’m the ruler
Increasing the value of my portfolio my nigga
If you start to think smaller then yo money won't get bigger
Hitting up the casino with my amigos
Gambling from dusk til dawn, like Tarantino
I can't trust a nigga if the nigga ain't stomping right
Shooting niggas in the foot, it's bouta be a Harlem night