Iceberg

Your rock, it weighs heavy on my finger Like the scent of you on my skin lingers And you know that's just how I like it, babe Like I love the weight of you on me, babe Every morning I wake to a fantasy (Oh-oh-oh-oh) The glory of you layin' next to me (Oh-oh-oh-oh) And just when I'm thinkin', damn I'm so blessed We go another round and then another round before we get dressed Cold (Your rock on my finger) Cold (Lay it on, lay it on, babe) Cold (Ice on my finger) Cold (Weigh it on, weigh it on, babe) Jet to Italy, you're my Gregory, I'm your undercover princess Audrey Roman holiday then to Saint-Tropez, sippin' on that first-class champagne Take a speed boat out on the French Riviera Wearin' out that Sapphire Reserve since the day that I married ya Now the honeymoon's over, we're back to work (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Dual income, no kids, trade in miles for merch (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Fill up our house with all that we want, no, we don't say no New smart fridge for Mama, OLED TV for Papa, but it's startin' to get so Cold (Your rock on my finger) Cold (Lay it on, lay it on, babe) Cold (Ice on my finger) Cold You're the King Jay-Z to my Queen B The Lucious Lyon to my Cookie The Pierre Curie to my Marie We're climbin' higher, babe Buildin' up our empire, babe But what happened to the fire, babe Still I hold it down to the wire, babe Now our bedroom's a boardroom, no rest 'til we have it all Dusty wedding frames to the side and a whiteboard on the wall Game plan dinner parties every second Friday night And potential investors get guest of honor invites Decked out in my Cartier My neck looks like a frozen lake Off it comes with my dress at the end of the night Look over at you in bed, as always out like a light Tell me when did we Tell me when did we Tell me when did we get so Cold Cold Cold Cold Weigh it on, weigh it on Weigh it on, weigh it on Weigh it on, weigh it on, babe