I N T R O: Ayy Real loud, real pretty Still ain’t scared Ten toes— Yeah. H O O K: Ten toes, glossed up, bitch I’m standin’ on it Walk in, pressure hit, yeah the room feel haunted Big boss energy, I don’t need no comment If I said it, I meant it—yeah I’m stampin’ on it Ten toes, glossed up, still don’t need no help If I want it, I get it, I don’t ask, I melt They be talkin’, I be stackin’, I be mindin’ my wealth Real bitch, real rich, yeah I did it myself VE R S E 1: I don’t beef on the net, I pop out instead I don’t sneak diss hoes, I put names in my head Heels click-clack, hear me comin’ through the back Whole fit talk cash, face card never cracked I ain’t friendly, I’m fair—big difference Don’t cross me, I don’t bend, I pivot Hoes loud but ain’t got no vision I’m booked, busy, paid, and livin’ Still the same bitch, just richer now Same mouth, more power, bigger crown If they doubt, I make ‘em feel it now I don’t chase no buzz, I shut shit down P R E H O O K: Stand on business, yeah, I stand on truth Still ten toes deep in some red-bottom boots I ain’t lucky, hoe, I’m proof Every room I enter, I move shit loose H O O K: Ten toes, glossed up, bitch I’m standin’ on it Walk in, pressure hit, yeah the room feel haunted Big boss energy, I don’t need no comment If I said it, I meant it—yeah I’m stampin’ on it Ten toes, glossed up, still don’t need no help If I want it, I get it, I don’t ask, I melt They be talkin’, I be stackin’, I be mindin’ my wealth Real bitch, real rich, yeah I did it myself V E R S E 2: Gloss poppin’, lips wet, attitude dry Don’t play with me, hoe, I’m not that kind I don’t argue with broke, I don’t explain my grind If you ain’t talkin’ money, get out my line I got motion, lil’ bitch, you stagnant I’m expensive, you average Still calm but I snap if I have to Still cute, still rude, still savage He wanna save me, baby, I’m already rich I don’t need no cape, I need clarity, bitch They be mad ‘cause I glow with ease I ain’t change—I just became me B R I D G E: Ten toes (ten) No fold (no) Big bag (yeah) No code Boss talk (uh) Whole room froze I ain’t move funny— I been this cold F I N A L H O O K: Ten toes, glossed up, say it with your chest I don’t flex for the gram, I flex in real life, yes Every step calculated, every move a finesse I don’t do too much talkin’, I let pressure address Ten toes, glossed up, still standin’ firm If it ain’t ‘bout a bag, I ain’t concerned I don’t need validation, I already learned— When you solid like me, the tables turn O U T R O: Ten toes down. Gloss stay poppin’. Still not scared. Still paid. Next.
