Heartbreaker

Run to the bank
I'm getting that sack
Yeah woah oh oh oh oh
I ain't folding on the gang
Cause those my bros
Hella money on mind
Yeah Ima blow oh oh oh
Pull up in a new i8
Yeah you know oh oh yeah
Yeah you know
Yeah you know
Yeah you know
Hey hey hey
Yeah you know

Gave you all my love
No I never put no one else above
You my slime baby you my lil thug
Tried to love you, you ain't give a fuck
Hey, I'm hitting licks with my mans
I wanna run up them bands
Bitch I'm going MIA
Bitch I'm gon be sum great
She eat on my dick like some grapes
Pussy get wet like a like
All of these niggas so fake
Bitch I'm a slime, Ima snake
Bitch I'm a slime, I'm a snake
Bitch I'm chasing a check
All this ice on my neck
I be ballin to hard
I should play for the nets
I should play for the nets
I should play for the nets
Gave you all my love
No I never put no one else above
You my slime baby you my lil thug
Tried to love you, you ain't give a fuck

Run to the bank
I'm getting that sack
Yeah woah oh oh oh oh
I ain't folding on the gang
Cause those my bros
Hella money on mind
Yeah Ima blow oh oh oh
Pull up in a new i8
Yeah you know oh oh yeah
Yeah you know
Yeah you know
Yeah you know
Hey hey hey
Yeah you know

Now apart
Uh, Yeah, right apart
Rip the page
Do it a day
Do it alone
Im on my grind
Ima grind, I gotta shine
Yea bitch it is my time, hey

Aye, Ima just go chase a check yuh
Ima drop 50 bands on my set
Rolling baguettes patek on my neck
Drippin' water thats a bet
Got yo hoe dripping wet
She wishy washy off the tek
Simple life you a wreck
Forgiato its a check
Never lacking' never lack
Call my dogs they attack
Spend a bag every week
She sucking me up I feel weak
She over it, get off your knees
Leave me lone, leave me lone
I'm try go and get this bread
I'm high in the sky like a jet
Struck him out like a met
You played out like cassettes
You played out like Cassettes

Give you my heart
Told me you'll never grow apart
Told me, you love me from the start
We aiming for the moon
While they aiming at the stars

Run to the bank
I'm getting that sack
Yeah woah oh oh oh oh
I ain't folding on the gang
Cause those my bros
Hella money on mind
Yeah Ima blow oh oh oh
Pull up in a new i8
Yeah you know oh oh oh yeah
Yeah you know
Yeah you know
Yeah you know
Hey hey hey
Yeah you know



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Jean-louis
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