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My heart so cold I think Im 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 aint no ones in mine (Nope)
And my lil bitch say say Im gettin too boujee
I dont even like dubs in mine (Alright)
What I look like with all them twenties? (Huh?)
Know them hoes like how Im coming (Yeah)
What I look like with all this money? (Ha)
How I look havin all these hoes? (Uh)
When I crack a smile, white gold (Bling)
Yeah, Im talkin diamonds, froze (Yeah)
Came from the bottom, toes (Whoa, Kenny)
Yeah, backend Baby (A hundred)
Thats what they pay me a show (Lets go)
Its probably some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon pay me some mo (Uh-huh)
And I can still 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 Im 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 aint no ones in mine (Nope)
And my lil bitch say say Im gettin too boujee
I dont even like dubs in mine (Alright)
Nope, too raw, dope (Yeah)
You know Im one 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 (Yeah)
Im tryna make a deposit
Let em try and play with the money (Pow, pow)
Shawty gon take off ya noggin
Long as she want it and pick it, Im buyin
I hadnt wrote for a year, I dont try
I get em whacked, I dont advise em to try it
Yeah, Im runnin shit, I aint lyin
I got a backend for one twenty five
I bought a Patek for one eighty five
This shit gettin easy
My heart so cold I think Im 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 aint no ones in mine (Nope)
And my lil bitch say say Im gettin too boujee
I dont even like dubs in mine (Alright)
Heartless, dont need a valentine (Forever)
I call em racks, not bands (Why?)
Aint no rubber band on mine (At all)
I used to be down, down, down, down
Waiting on taxes time (****ed up)
Look at me now, now, now, now
They pay me to flex and shine (Im up, lets get it)
Big speaker like a eighteen inch sub (Yeah)
Im a hunnid, you a dub (Nothin)
Lookin for me, Im booked up (Where you at?)
50 Cent, Im in the club (Hey)
Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (Huh?)
One fifty on studs
Rugrat, young nigga gotit out the mud
My heart so cold I think Im done with ice (Uh, brr, big bag)
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 aint no ones in mine (Nope)
And my lil bitch say say Im gettin too boujee
I dont even like dubs in mine (Alright)
What I look like with all them twenties? (Huh?)
Know them hoes like how Im coming ( Yeah)
What I look like with all this money? (Ha)
How I look havin all these hoes? (Uh)
When I crack a smile, white gold (Bling)
Yeah, Im talkin diamonds, froze (Yeah)
Came from the bottom, toes