TOES (Feat. Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo)

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice Uh brr Said if I leave her she gon' die Well bitch you done with life Okay Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights Boom Say you got that sack I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine Nope And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie I don't even like dubs in mine Alright What I look like with all them twenties Huh Know them hoes like how I'm coming Yeah What I look like with all this money Huh How I look havin' all these hoes Uh When I crack a smile white gold Bling Yeah I'm talkin' diamonds froze Yeah Came from the bottom toes Woah Kenny Yeah backend Baby A hundred That's what they pay me a show Let's go That's probably some cap in my rap By the time this shit drop they gon' pay me some more Uh-huh 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 Uh brr Said if I leave her she gon' die Well bitch you done with life Okay Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights Boom Say you got that sack I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine Nope And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie I don't even like dubs in mine Alright Nope Too raw dope Yeah You know I'm one of the GOAT's She let me put it in the back of her throat Walk in the bank with a M in a tote Yeah I'm tryna make a deposit Let 'em try play with the money Pow pow Shawty gon' take off your noggin Long as she want it and pick it I'm buyin' it I had the Rover for a year I don't drive I get 'em whacked I don't advise 'em to try it yeah I'm runnin' shit I ain't lyin' I got a backend for one twenty-five I bought a Patek for one eighty-five This shit gettin' easy at this point My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice Uh brr Said if I leave her she gon' die Well bitch you done with life Okay Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights Boom Say you got that sack I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine Nope And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie I don't even like dubs in mine Alright Heartless don't need a valentine Forever I call 'em racks not bands Why Ain't no rubber band on mine At all I used to be down down down down Waiting on taxes time Fucked up Look at me now now now now They pay me to flex and shine I'm up let's get it Big speaker like an eighteen inch sub Yeah I'm a hundred you a dub Nothin' Lookin' for me I'm booked up Where you at 50 Cent I'm in the club Hey Diamonds on my earlobe ice on dyke Huh One-fifty on studs Rugrat young nigga got it out the mud My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice Uh brr Big Bagg Said if I leave her she gon' die Well bitch you done with life Okay Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights Boom Say you got that sack I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine Nope And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie I don't even like dubs in mine What I look like with all them twenties Huh Know them hoes like how I'm coming Yeah What I look like with all this money Huh How I look havin' all these hoes Uh When I crack a smile white gold Bling Yeah I'm talkin' diamonds froze Yeah Came from the bottom toes