Got a house around my neck, and my wrist on chill 
Any given time, 250 in ya grill (a quarter million?) 
All I do is talk shit, u can even add a couple grand for my outfit 
U betta act like ya know man, in my hood they call me Jeezy da Snowman 
Ya get it? Get it? Jeezy da Snowman 
I’m iced out, plus I got snow, man 
Let it marinate, y'all niggaz is slow man (slow man) 
(Man what the fuck y'all…yo dumb ass) 
I used to get nineteen for a beat 
Call me Ginuwine, the same ‘ol G ('ol G) 
I’m da shit biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!) 
And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata 
These niggaz don’t like me 
I’m wit da Gucci Mane and I’m so icy 

-Young Jeezy

She diggin my fit, she think I’m da shit 
Is this a chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist 
Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet 
But she look like the type that could take a dick 
Young Gucci Mane, don’t kiss me baby u can kiss my chain 
Ya gotta be a dime piece, 
just to look at the rocks in my time piece 
I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy 
wit da antique tags 
My pockets so heavy that I can’t walk steady 
Niggaz coppin ice we done done it already 
Got a gold grill but it’s not from Eddie 
I ride big Chevys cuza nigga ain’t petty 
I’m icy, so muthafuckin snowed up, lil kids wanna 
be like Gucci when they grow up 
Me, jeezy and Boo 
We ain’t hatin pussy nigga 'gon and do what u do 
Cuz we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy 

-Gucci Mane La Flare