text: My heart so cold I think Im done with ice 
  Said if I leave her, she gon 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 aint no ones in mine 
  And my lil bitch say Im gettin too bougie
  I dont even like dubs in mine 
  What I look like with all them twenties? 
  Know them hoes like how Im coming 
  What I look like with all this money? 
  How I look havin all these hoes? 
  When I crack a smile, white gold 
  Yeah, Im talkin diamonds, froze 
  Came from the bottom, toes 
  Yeah, backend Baby 
  Thats what they pay me a show 
  Thats probably some cap in my rap
  By the time this shit drop, they gon pay me some more 
  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 ho
  My heart so cold I think Im done with ice 
  Said if I leave her, she gon 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 aint no ones in mine 
  And my lil bitch say Im gettin too bougie
  I dont even like dubs in mine 
  Nope
  Too raw, dope 
  You know Im one of the G.O.A.T.s
  She let me put it in the back of her throat
  Walk in the bank with a M in a tote 
  Im tryna make a deposit
  Let em try play with the money 
  Shawty gon take off your noggin
  Long as she want it and pick it, Im buyin it
  I had the Rover for a year, I dont drive
  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 at this point
  My heart so cold I think Im done with ice 
  Said if I leave her, she gon 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 aint no ones in mine 
  And my lil bitch say Im gettin too bougie
  I dont even like dubs in mine 
  Heartless, dont need a valentine 
  I call em racks, not bands 
  Aint no rubber band on mine 
  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 
  Big speaker like an eighteen inch sub 
  Im a hundred, you a dub 
  Lookin for me, Im booked up 
  50 Cent, Im in the club 
  Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke 
  One-fifty on studs
  Rugrat, young nigga got it out the mud
  My heart so cold I think Im done with ice 
  Said if I leave her, she gon 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 aint no ones in mine 
  And my lil bitch say Im gettin too bougie
  I dont even like dubs in mine
  What I look like with all them twenties? 
  Know them hoes like how Im coming 
  What I look like with all this money? 
  How I look havin all these hoes? 
  When I crack a smile, white gold 
  Yeah, Im talkin diamonds, froze 
  Came from the bottom, toes