Lyrics
Chorus
Ice cold driftin' with the cream in my hand
Sliding through the summer like I own this land
Cherry on the top but the whip stay mean
Windows roll down, just me and my ice cream
Post-Chorus
Cold with the cream, yeah, yeah
Cold with the cream, whoa, whoa
Verse 2
Cone in the console, syrup on the dash
Rubber burnin' wide while the sprinkles flash
Twelve try to follow but they melt so fast
Sundaes in the skillet, let the good times last
Pre-Chorus
Sugar in the air, and the tires gon' sing
Frostbit chill, let the horsepower swing
Sweet on the lip, but I ride unseen
Flashin' all my gold, still cold with the cream
Chorus
Ice cold driftin' with the cream in my hand
Sliding through the summer like I own this land
Cherry on the top but the whip stay mean
Windows roll down, just me and my ice cream
Post-Chorus
Cold with the cream, yeah, yeah
Cold with the cream, whoa, whoa
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