Ice on the Floor

[Intro – smooth, half-spoken]
Yeah… she walked in, temperature dropped…
Ice on the floor, ice on the floor…
[Verse 1 – cocky but silky]
She got that red dress talkin’ like a felony,
Diamonds on her neck but she colder than February.
One look, whole room catchin’ chills,
Body like a sin but her heart got the bills.
I’m tryna play it cool, but she freezin’ the flame,
Pour another round, still callin’ my name.
[Pre-Chorus – building, talk-box hook]
Ooh she know she bad, know she bad,
Frostbite smile, yeah she know she bad.
Ice-ice on the floor when she move that slow,
Tell me how you burn me and still leave me cold?
[Chorus – massive, sticky]
She got me cold, cold, shiver in my spine,
Hotter than hell but she freeze me every time.
Ice on the floor when she walk, ice in the drink when she talk,
Body on fire but her heart stay froze—damn she cold!
Cold, cold—hands on my soul,
Love me then ghost, leave me out here cold.
Ice on the floor, ice on the floor…
Girl you way too hot to be this damn cold!
[Verse 2 – playful flex]
She text back “maybe” with the snowflake emoji,
Got me in the club wearin’ Gucci like a onesie.
Whole squad say “bro, let it go, she an igloo,”
But I’m still slidin’ in the DMs like a fool.
Dancin’ on the table, bottles poppin’ like a storm,
Touch her one time—frostbite keep me warm.
[Pre-Chorus – higher, crowd chant vibes]
Ooh she know she bad, know she bad (hey!)
Frostbite smile, yeah she know she bad (hey!)
Ice-ice on the floor when she move that slow,
How you burn me up and still leave me cold?
[Chorus – even bigger, gang vocals]
She got me cold, cold, shiver in my spine,
Hotter than hell but she freeze me every time.
Ice on the floor when she walk, ice in the drink when she talk,
Body on fire but her heart stay froze—damn she cold!
Cold, cold—hands on my soul,
Love me then ghost, leave me out here cold.
Ice on the floor, ice on the floor…
Girl you way too hot to be this damn cold!
[Bridge – stripped then explodes]
Girl if you’re ice… I’m gasoline,
Strike one match, watch us melt the scene.
Say you don’t feel nothin’—that’s a lie, lie, lie,
Look me in my eyes, eyes, eyes…
[Final Chorus – full chaos, ad-libs everywhere]
Cold, cold! (way too cold!)
She got me cold, cold—damn she cold!
Ice on the floor when she walk (ice-ice!),
Body on fire but her heart stay froze—
Girl you lethal, lethal, lethal…
Way too hot to be this damn cold!
Ice on the floor… ice on the floor…
Yeah, she cold.

Sleek pop-funk, punchy bass slides, crisp claps, glassy synths, talk-box hooks, flirty male/female vocals, 100 BPM.