[ Featuring MoneyBagg Yo, Lil Baby ]
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 hoe
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 G.O.A.T.'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 (f*cked 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
