toes

my heart so cold i think i'm done with ice

say if i leave her she gone die

well bitch

you done with life

better not pull up with no knife

'cause i bring guns to fights

say you got that sack

i got that sack

but ain't no ones in mine

and my lil' bitch say i'm getting too bougie

i don't even like dubs in mine

what i look like with all them twenties

know them hoes like how i'm coming

what i look like with all this money?

how i look having all these hoes?

when i crack a smile

white gold

yeah i'm talking diamonds

froze

came from the bottom

toes

yeah

backend baby

that's what they pay me a show

it's probably some cap in my rap

by the time this shit drop

they gone pay me some mo'

and i still can go back to the trap

send a box

pick it up

make a play at the store

feelings still hurt from when i saved that hoe

my heart so cold i think i'm done with ice

say if i leave her she gone die

well bitch

you done with life

better not pull up with no knife

'cause i bring guns to fights

say you got that sack

i got that sack

but ain't no ones in mine

and my lil' bitch say i'm getting too bougie

i don't even like dubs in mine

nope

too raw

dope

you know i'm the one of the goats

she let me put it in the back of her throat

walk in the bank with a m in the choke

i'm tryna make a deposit

let em' try and play with the money

shawty gon' take off ya noggin'

long as she want it and pick it i'm buying

i hadn't wrote for a year

i don't try

i get em' wacked

i don't advise em' to try it

yeah

i'm running shit

i ain't lying

i got a backend for one-twenty-five

i bought a patek for one-eighty-five

this shit getting easy

my heart so cold i think i'm done with ice

say if i leave her she gone die

well bitch

you done with life

better not pull up with no knife

'cause i bring guns to fights

say you got that sack

i got that sack

but ain't no ones in mine

and my lil' bitch say i'm getting too bougie

i don't even like dubs in mine

heartless

don't need a valentine

i call em' racks

not bands

ain't no rubberband on mine

i used to be down

down

down

down waiting on taxes time

look at me now

now

now

now

they pay me to flex and shine

big speaker like a eighteen-inch sub

i'm a hunnid

you a dub

looking for me

i'm booked up

50 cent

i'm in the club

diamonds on my earlobe

ice on dyke

one-fifthy on studs

rugrat

young nigga got it out the mud

my heart so cold i think i'm done with ice

say if i leave her she gone die

well bitch

you done with life

better not pull up with no knife

'cause i bring guns to fights

say you got that sack

i got that sack

but ain't no ones in mine

and my lil' bitch say i'm getting too bougie

i don't even like dubs in mine

what i look like with all them twenties

know them hoes like how i'm coming

what i look like with all this money?

how i look having all these hoes?

when i crack a smile

white gold

yeah i'm talking diamonds

froze

came from the bottom

toes