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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 hundred) 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 hoe Letras de canciones 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 the choke 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 hadn't wrote for a year, I don't try 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 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-fifthy on studs Rugrat, young nigga 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 From Letras Mania