Song: TOES Artist: DaBaby, 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 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
