No Heartbreaks
Running up some money only way I deal with heartbreak
Lately being broke only thing that make my heart ache
Still got a million dollars tuggin on my heartstrings
Got it out the bottom but now we can afford things
With my bitch steppin outta town we can explore things
Feelin like I won a chip but I need some more rings
Bitch I'm a Winner so you know my bitch is Foreign
Ran up a lot but u know I need some more things
1200 just to step bitch these ain't no Jordan's
Like it cost me a band just to step
Know what I'm saying
Like I'm not like the rest of them you heard
On the road to riches yeah you know i seen some dark days
But I had to bet on myself like a parlay
I'm at the top can't see em like some dark shades
Went to see my bitch out in Brooklyn by the Barclays
If it ain't bout some money sorry I can't partake
Fell in love with the cake yeah like it's heart shaped
Huh hol on
Need my money off the top like a dark fade
Got the game tied up like some draw strings
They frontin for the gram they ain't really ballin
Know it's bout a bag whenever my phone ring
Know the streets is cold they gonna let the chrome ring
Thought it was the opera the way the chrome sing
The plug front some zips lookin like some Balmains
They living a facade focused on the wrong things
Lately being broke only thing that make my heart ache
Still got a million dollars tuggin on my heartstrings
Got it out the bottom but now we can afford things
With my bitch steppin outta town we can explore things
Feelin like I won a chip but I need some more rings
Bitch I'm a Winner so you know my bitch is Foreign
Ran up a lot but u know I need some more things
1200 just to step bitch these ain't no Jordan's
Like it cost me a band just to step
Know what I'm saying
Like I'm not like the rest of them you heard
On the road to riches yeah you know i seen some dark days
But I had to bet on myself like a parlay
I'm at the top can't see em like some dark shades
Went to see my bitch out in Brooklyn by the Barclays
If it ain't bout some money sorry I can't partake
Fell in love with the cake yeah like it's heart shaped
Huh hol on
Need my money off the top like a dark fade
Got the game tied up like some draw strings
They frontin for the gram they ain't really ballin
Know it's bout a bag whenever my phone ring
Know the streets is cold they gonna let the chrome ring
Thought it was the opera the way the chrome sing
The plug front some zips lookin like some Balmains
They living a facade focused on the wrong things
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