My heart's so cold, I think I'm done with ice Say 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 Say he got that sack, I got that sack But ain't no ones of mine And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too boozy I don't even like dubs of mine What I look like with all them twenties? Know them hoes like, hi, I'm comin' What I look like with all this money? How I look havin' all these hoes? When I crack a smile, white gold Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze Came from the bottom, toes Yeah, back in, baby A hundred, that way they pay me a show There's probably some cap in my rap By the time this *** drop, they gon' pay me some more And I still gon' go back to the traps in the back Pick it up, make a play at the store Feelin' steel hurtin' when I say My heart's so cold, I think I'm done with ice Say 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 Say he got that sack, I got that sack But ain't no ones of mine And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too boozy I don't even like dubs of mine Nope, too raw, dope You know I'm one of the ghosts She let me put in the back of her throat Walk in the bank with a M and a 2 I'm tryna make a deposit Then I'm tryna play with the money Shawty gon' take all your noggin' Long as she want it, then pick it, I'm buyin' it I had a roof all year, I'm dry I get on whack, I'm advised, I'm trapped Yeah, I'm in this ***, I ain't lyin' I got a back end for 125 I bought a paddy for 185 This *** gettin' easy at this point My heart's so cold, I think I'm done with ice Say 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 Say he got that sack, I got that sack But ain't no ones of mine And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too boozy I don't even like dubs of mine Heartless, don't need a valentine Forever, I call her racks, not bands Why? Ain't no rubber band on mine At all I used to be down, down, down, down Waitin' on taxes time *** 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 18-inch sub I'm 100, you a dub Nothin', lookin' for me, I'm booked up Where you at? Bitch, they say I'm in the club Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dike 150 on studs Rugrat, young nigga, got it out the mud My heart's so cold, I think I'm done with ice Say 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 of mine Nope And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too boozy I don't even like dubs of mine What I look like with all them twenties? Huh? Know them hoes like how I'm comin' Yeah What I look like with all this money? 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