DJ Khaled Ft 21 Savage, Migos, Future & T.I. – Iced Out My Arms Lyrics

“Iced Out My Arms” brings out Atlanta rappers 21 Savage, Future, T.I., and rap trio Migos together, each rapping about their lavish and rich lifestyle in the past, and brings their own special style on this track while name-dropping multiple famous brands of expensive jewelry.

Specifically, having “iced out” arms refers to having lots of jewelry, watches, and other cold metals on one’s arms; which is an euphemism for being rich.

Iced Out My Arms Lyrics by DJ Khaled Ft 21 Savage, Migos, Future & T.I.

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Talkin’ diamonds on my fingers
(Southside!)
(If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you)
We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can, you can see
DJ Khaled!
[Chorus: Future & Offset]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe)
I put Patek on my arms (Unique)
I put Patek on my arms (Woo)
I put Patek on my arms (Ah)
I put Patek on my arms (Woo, ice)
I had to ice out my arms (Ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Offset, Quavo & Takeoff]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for Piguets (Woo)
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (Hey, woo)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (Two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed (Woo)
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (Ahh)
Flex on my ex (Flex)
Like my boy Khaled say, know we the best (Aye)
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Dinosaur drank, I done found a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (Step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh (Ice, ice)
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (Who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (Ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed (God)
And some of my niggas, they dead (Rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti, we pull the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it, as soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (Hey)

[Chorus: Future & Offset]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe)
Niggas gone ice out they arms (Unique)
I put some ice on my arms (Woo)
I got Patek on my arms (Ah)
I got Patek on my arms (Woo, ice)
I had to ice out my arms (Ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms (Woo)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet on (Fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang gang, bitch, y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang gang, bitch, we gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and on my arm, it’s drippin’ (Ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (Yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (Keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch (21, 21, 21)
[Chorus: Future & Offset]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe)
Niggas gone ice out they arms (Unique)
I put some ice on my arms (Woo)
I got Patek on my arms (Ah)
I got Patek on my arms (Woo, ice)
I had to ice out my arms (Ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jewelry lookin’ like a slushie fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the levee broke, huh, incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope, shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
I catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion (Tourbillion)
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (Switch it!)

[Chorus: Future & Offset]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe)
Niggas gone ice out they arms (Unique)
I put some ice on my arms (Woo)
I got Patek on my arms (Ah)
I got Patek on my arms (Woo, ice)
I had to ice out my arms (Ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms (Woo)

[Outro: Future]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms