Ace Of Hearts
Word round town, passing it down
Hell yeah, I got money now
Move it around, mix and match
She out of bounds, I had to pass
All in your room, crying alone
Multiple bitches that's calling me back
Multiple digits, I'm mathematician
I like long division, it's always a plus
Back in my phone, thinking of codes
Damn, where is the fucking trust?
Hop in the ride, passenger side
She wanna ride on me
Stick shift, just throttle me
I need head, bobble me
Coming inside, open up wide
Say she want all of me
I say it's hard for me
Just play your part, and that shit break your heart
I had to make my mark
I wanna play your heart
Swear that's my favorite part
And she say I'm God
Bae, I got angel scars
Bae, you a work of art
Hey, I been working hard
And now my hands is scarred
And now my face is scarred
You pulled a facial card
Call me the ace of hearts
Your shit ain't taking off
You need some cake involved
I had some rats wit me
I had to chase em off
I had to-
Aye, run wit that bag, you get popped (pop)
I ain't too good with the secrets, yeah, I done got rid of the locks (locks)
Bet open up when I knock, shit
Bet listen up when I drop, huh
Barely keep up with my bitches, oh, why would I care bout your thot, hey
Only thing, care bout da guap, hey
Only thing I want, the bop, hey
I hit that thang on the couch, huh
Barely made it to the spot, huh
I done got in and got out, huh
Told her no touch, you can watch, huh
I met that bitch from the block, huh
I had to shoot my lil shot, huh
Hey, and this shit different, oh
And it's a different love
And this shit difficult
I think I'm finished, oh
Stay out my mentions, oh
Big rocks, got minerals
Big dog, I fetch you, oh
Look at my biscuit, oh
Huh, hey, move it around, mix and match
She out of bounds, I had to pass
All in your room, crying alone
Multiple bitches that's calling me back
Multiple digits, I'm mathematician
I like long division, it's always a plus
Back in my phone, thinking of codes
Damn, where is the fucking trust?
Hop in the ride, passenger side
She wanna ride on me
Stick shift, just throttle me
I need head, bobble me
Coming inside, open up wide
Say she want all of me
I say it's hard for me
Just play your part, and that shit break your heart
I had to make my mark
I wanna play your heart
Swear that's my favorite part
And she say I'm God
Bae, I got angel scars
Bae, you a work of art
Hey, I been working hard
Work of art
Hell yeah, I got money now
Move it around, mix and match
She out of bounds, I had to pass
All in your room, crying alone
Multiple bitches that's calling me back
Multiple digits, I'm mathematician
I like long division, it's always a plus
Back in my phone, thinking of codes
Damn, where is the fucking trust?
Hop in the ride, passenger side
She wanna ride on me
Stick shift, just throttle me
I need head, bobble me
Coming inside, open up wide
Say she want all of me
I say it's hard for me
Just play your part, and that shit break your heart
I had to make my mark
I wanna play your heart
Swear that's my favorite part
And she say I'm God
Bae, I got angel scars
Bae, you a work of art
Hey, I been working hard
And now my hands is scarred
And now my face is scarred
You pulled a facial card
Call me the ace of hearts
Your shit ain't taking off
You need some cake involved
I had some rats wit me
I had to chase em off
I had to-
Aye, run wit that bag, you get popped (pop)
I ain't too good with the secrets, yeah, I done got rid of the locks (locks)
Bet open up when I knock, shit
Bet listen up when I drop, huh
Barely keep up with my bitches, oh, why would I care bout your thot, hey
Only thing, care bout da guap, hey
Only thing I want, the bop, hey
I hit that thang on the couch, huh
Barely made it to the spot, huh
I done got in and got out, huh
Told her no touch, you can watch, huh
I met that bitch from the block, huh
I had to shoot my lil shot, huh
Hey, and this shit different, oh
And it's a different love
And this shit difficult
I think I'm finished, oh
Stay out my mentions, oh
Big rocks, got minerals
Big dog, I fetch you, oh
Look at my biscuit, oh
Huh, hey, move it around, mix and match
She out of bounds, I had to pass
All in your room, crying alone
Multiple bitches that's calling me back
Multiple digits, I'm mathematician
I like long division, it's always a plus
Back in my phone, thinking of codes
Damn, where is the fucking trust?
Hop in the ride, passenger side
She wanna ride on me
Stick shift, just throttle me
I need head, bobble me
Coming inside, open up wide
Say she want all of me
I say it's hard for me
Just play your part, and that shit break your heart
I had to make my mark
I wanna play your heart
Swear that's my favorite part
And she say I'm God
Bae, I got angel scars
Bae, you a work of art
Hey, I been working hard
Work of art
Credits
Writer(s): Victor Maldonado
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