White Hearts

Why do that lil bitch want me
Cuz I look good when I stand on my money Give me your money, nigga better run me
Poppin' these percs, they messin' with my tummy Shit, not that game is not funny
I'ma ball up these niggas like Ronnie I'ma give you this gas and some gummies

I'ma hop on my private jet, fly out that country I am on top, I'm incredible
Stand on my money impeccable Double what I got, I'm always erectable
Jump out the plane and I don't need a parachute We full of white hearts, whippin' my all-white Galar
Got money for days and I can't forget it I be stuntin' on niggas on God

Fuck a Uber, we finna fly I throw what I got cuz I know that I'm sky high
Takin' my money off hard drives I be stingin' these bars like a beehive
Give me a high five That's what you get right before you die
You cannot make real money off of lies Count your money before you cry

I'm really untouchable Pick the ball up like they dropped a fumble
She eatin' my money, leavin' all the crumbles Flashin' red beams down the tunnel
Walk in' the room and just flashin' lights We full of white hearts, whippin' my all-white Galar
You are my angel, and that's for life Try to run, bullets go to your face

You know that we be the case need to get to the end like we missin' the centerpiece
We givin' our problems out like a dispensary Come and hop in' my whip, let me give you a ride
Let the white doves fly Don't ever quit, just try
Give me a high five That's what you get right before you die You cannot make real money off of lies

Count your money before you cry let me just shoot, straight up the sky We full of white hearts, whippin' my all-white Galar
I'm a king, I'ma shoot and star



Credits
Writer(s): Omari Sanchez
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