Heart Attack

Ay
W-O-K
Yeah

Lets go

Give me all that Prada, Balenciaga, and Diors
I just want this money, Im greedy lil' bitch I need more
Got these Vlone diamonds they shining all on my neck
Running up this guap I feel like Nike I just got a check
Spilling all this wok on my Off-white jeans
I'ma keep that Glock 17 and it got a beam
Off-white duffle bag I've been getting to this cash
Damn I'm about to crash heart broken heart attack

Hey

Moncler keep me cozy when I work that wrist and than I twist that Rollie poly
Pop out in new shit and all I hear is holy moly
Wok be looking so clean I did this by my lonely nobody can control me
Nah
Bitches I be geeked up pockets full of cheese yeah sipping wok no tea cup
Big FN under me tucked she get down on her knees (wait)
In her mouth like Colgate Im a G and her sneakers are Dolce
Niggas want smoke but they stuck in that ash tray
I got the cash on me bitch I'm money made
Purple syrup pour that shit in my lemonade
Finna blow up like a mother fucking hand grenade
She trying break me right down to the core I'ma be blasting with my hammer Thor
Niggas talking shit its up from the floor now I'm cashing out when I go to the store

Give me all that Prada, Balenciaga, and Diors
I just want this money, Im greedy lil' bitch I need more
Got these Vlone diamonds they shining all on my neck
Running up this guap I feel like Nike I just got a check
Spilling all this wok on my Off-white jeans
I'ma keep that Glock 17 and it got a beam
Off-white duffle bag I've been getting to this cash
Damn I'm about to crash heart broken heart attack



Credits
Writer(s): Jermija Gonzales
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