歌词
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 say I'm gettin' too boujee
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? (Ha)
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 (Whoa, Kenny)
Yeah, backend Baby (A hundred)
That's what they pay me a show (Let's go)
It's 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 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 say I'm gettin' too boujee
I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright)
Nope, too raw, dope (Yeah)
You know I'm 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)
I'm 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, I'm buyin'
I hadn't wrote for a year, I don't try
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
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 say I'm gettin' too boujee
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 (****ed 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 a eighteen inch sub (Yeah)
I'm a hunnid, 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 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 ain't no ones in mine (Nope)
And my lil' bitch say say I'm gettin' too boujee
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? (Ha)
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
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