Toes (Feat. Lil Baby and Moneybagg Yo) – DaBaby – letras

My heart so cold I think I’m done with iceSay if I leave her she gone dieWell bitch, you done with lifeBetter not pull up with no knife’Cause I bring guns to fightsSay you got that sack, I got that sackBut ain’t no ones in mineAnd my lil’ bitch say I’m getting too bougieI don’t even like dubs in mineWhat I look like with all them twentiesKnow them hoes like how I’m comingWhat I look like with all this money?How I look having all these hoes?When I crack a smile, white goldYeah I’m talking diamonds, frozeCame from the bottom, toesYeah, Backend Baby (A hundred)That’s what they pay me a showIt’s probably some cap in my rap, by the time this shit dropThey gone pay me some mo’And I still can go back to the trapSend a box, pick it upMake a play at the storeFeelings still hurt from when I saved that hoeMy heart so cold I think I’m done with iceSay if I leave her she gone dieWell bitch, you done with lifeBetter not pull up with no knife’Cause I bring guns to fightsSay you got that sack, I got that sackBut ain’t no ones in mineAnd my lil’ bitch say I’m getting too bougieI don’t even like dubs in mineNope, too rawDopeYou know I’m the one of the GOATsShe let me put it in the back of her throatWalk in the bank with a M in the chokeI’m tryna make a depositLet em’ try and play with the moneyShawty gon’ take off ya noggin’Long as she want it and pick it I’m buyingI hadn’t wrote for a year, I don’t tryI get em’ wacked, I don’t advise em’ to try itYeah, I’m running shit, I ain’t lyingI got a backend for one-twenty-fiveI bought a Patek for one-eighty-fiveThis shit getting easyMy heart so cold I think I’m done with iceSay if I leave her she gone dieWell bitch, you done with lifeBetter not pull up with no knife’Cause I bring guns to fightsSay you got that sack, I got that sackBut ain’t no ones in mineAnd my lil’ bitch say I’m getting too bougieI don’t even like dubs in mineHeartless, 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 timeLook 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 subI’m a hunnid, you a dubLooking for me, I’m booked up50 Cent, I’m in the clubDiamonds on my earlobe, Ice on dykeOne-fifthy on studsRugrat, young nigga got it out the mudMy heart so cold I think I’m done with iceSay if I leave her she gone dieWell bitch, you done with lifeBetter not pull up with no knife’Cause I bring guns to fightsSay you got that sack, I got that sackBut ain’t no ones in mineAnd my lil’ bitch say I’m getting too bougieI don’t even like dubs in mineWhat I look like with all them twentiesKnow them hoes like how I’m comingWhat I look like with all this money?How I look having all these hoes?When I crack a smile, white goldYeah I’m talking diamonds, frozeCame from the bottom, toes