Correction Lyrics Toes (Edited) by DaBaby

Featuring(s) : Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo

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Lyrics

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, *****, 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' ***** say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright)
What I look like with all them twenties? (Huh?)
Know them **** like how I'm coming (Yeah)
What I look like with all this money? (Huh?)
How I look havin' all these ****? (Uh)
When I crack a smile, white gold (Bling)
Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (Yeah)
Came from the bottom, toes (Woah, Kenny)

Yeah, backend Baby (A hundred)
That's what they pay me a show (Let's go)
That's probably some cap in my rap
By the time this **** drop, they gon' pay me some more (Uh-huh)
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 ***

Nope
Too raw, dope (Yeah)
You know I'm 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 (Yeah)
I'm tryna make a deposit
Let 'em try play with the money (Pow, pow)
Shawty gon' take off your noggin
Long as she want it and pick it, I'm buyin' it
I had the Rover for a year, I don't drive
I get 'em whacked, I don't advise 'em to try it, yeah
I'm runnin' ****, I ain't lyin'
I got a backend for one twenty-five
I bought a Patek for one eighty-five
This **** gettin' easy at this point

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 (****** 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 an eighteen inch sub (Yeah)
I'm a hundred, 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 **** (Huh?)
One-fifty on studs
Rugrat, young ***** got it out the mud

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr, Big Bagg)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, *****, 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' ***** say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine
What I look like with all them twenties? (Huh?)
Know them **** like how I'm coming (Yeah)
What I look like with all this money? (Huh?)
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

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