Thin Ice Lyrics – Megan Thee Stallion

Read the full Thin Ice lyrics by Megan Thee Stallion from the album MEGAN ACT III: HOUSE OF TINA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Fred Durst, Megan Thee Stallion]
I think you better quit talking that s*it
It’s all about the he say, she say bulls*it
(Buddah bless this beat) Yeah
What?!

[Verse: Megan Thee Stallion]
I’m back in that mode again
I’m outside fu*king these hoes again (What?!)
I’m viral as fu*k, I bet you it’s Tina whenever you scroll again, ayy
I post a pic of the ass, guess who’s on my phone again? (What?!)
He say I’m his baby, I told him, “Abort it”
Put me to the test, I got multiple choices
In my garage is multiple horses
On the wake up, I’m so fu*king gorgeous
That ain’t my ball, okay? (Okay)
I splat and then pass it to y’all, okay? (Okay?)
We just be up in the mall, okay? (Okay?)
I kill her then let her respond, okay? (Okay?)
Pink diamonds and nails, huh, b!tch, I’m feeling like Elle Woods
When I turn my bundles Frank White, I know this work gon’ sell good (Good)
N!gga, I’m feelin like Goldie, your ho overly going
B!tch, they call me Tina Montana, I come in the club, it’s snowing
The pu*sy is water, okay?
He fu*king me thinking that I’m finna make him a father, but, n!gga, I’m smarter, okay? (Okay?)
You been a ho since the day you came out your mama
In love with my body, okay? (Okay)
The ho you fu*k raw is a can and I’m a coke bottle
In love with my waist, okay?
I’d rather just ride on your face, okay? (Okay? Aww; what?!)
B!tches be thinking they doing their big one, nobody set was gagged
I’m s*itting on hoes in jeans and a t-shirt, croc, Himalayan bag
One foot on the gas, one foot in they ass
I’m getting some head, one heel on the dash
He put on the glove but don’t ever last
(??) like that b!tch in a cast
I’m sick of these apps, sick of these men

You hating but look who you watching again
Whatever you say, I’m outta your way
Nobody thinking ’bout you over here
I’m Black and I’m proud, the skin James Brown
The body is smoking, no black and mild
I need me a girlfriend like Toni Childs
We lifting our t-shirts, going wild, yeah, yeah
I woke up s*xy as fu*k
The first thing I did was check my account
Last thing on my mind was a n!gga
I’m in couture, you in the store
My body is ripped, you know I tore
I don’t get even, I up the score
I show up and ball, my Gucci is gorgeous
My hair to the floor, I don’t have no pores
A real rich b!tch never touch a door
I got my waist on Amanda Lepore
I got my titties sitting up in Dior
Finna go (??)
All eyes on me, I feel like Shakur
If you love Tina, get ready for tour
I’m shaking this ass all over the world, baow (What?!)

[Outro: Megan Thee Stallion, Fred Durst]
One thing you hoes gon’ stop doing, hm
Is comparing yourselves to a b!tch like me, (Yeah, brrt)
I think you better quit talking that s*it
It’s all about the he say, she say bulls*it