TOES (feat. Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo)

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 (A hunnid)

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 ho

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 a tote

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 had the Rover for a year, I don't drive it

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 at this point

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 (Forever)

I call em' racks, not bands (Why?)

Ain't no rubberband on mine (At all)

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

(I'm up, let's get it)

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-fifty on studs

Rugrat, young **** 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