[Intro: Slump6s]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-woah-oh
Oh-oh-woah-oh
Oh-oh
(Baby, you know we get away)
(I hold them racks up every day)
(I'll see you when I go back to the hell)
(You broke my heart, but the money make it okay)
Yeah, oh
[Chorus: Slump6s]
I just want you to know that I'm doing better on my own
Right, so, diamonds colder than a snowman
Tried to play me like a fool, man
Still bad as hell and you know that's why
I had to go back to my old ways, to my old ways before I met you
I don't know why it's so hard to forget you
I can't even be mad at the fact you left me 'cause I let you
You left my heart damaged, that shit detrimental
I know we ain't plan this, but it's really fucking with my mental (Mental)
[Verse 1: Slump6s]
I'ma need much more, 'cause a sorry won't work
You want my heart, I don't think you deserve it
You want my love, you gotta earn it
We gotta cut it off, this shit not working (Oh)
Since you getting money, then show me a rack boy
I feel like Kobe, just by the way that I'm smokin' this thrax, boy
I ain't never been in a movie, but I can tell by the way that you act, boy
While everybody steady hatin', I'm ballin', just like I was Shaq, boy
All the pain and the hurtin', I don't need that at all
I can't buy you a Birkin, we can't go to the mall
Me and you weren't really workin', I'm ignorin' your calls
You really all on my phone, you on my cell, we're breakin' the law
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-woah-oh
Oh-oh-woah-oh
Oh-oh
(Baby, you know we get away)
(I hold them racks up every day)
(I'll see you when I go back to the hell)
(You broke my heart, but the money make it okay)
Yeah, oh
[Chorus: Slump6s]
I just want you to know that I'm doing better on my own
Right, so, diamonds colder than a snowman
Tried to play me like a fool, man
Still bad as hell and you know that's why
I had to go back to my old ways, to my old ways before I met you
I don't know why it's so hard to forget you
I can't even be mad at the fact you left me 'cause I let you
You left my heart damaged, that shit detrimental
I know we ain't plan this, but it's really fucking with my mental (Mental)
[Verse 1: Slump6s]
I'ma need much more, 'cause a sorry won't work
You want my heart, I don't think you deserve it
You want my love, you gotta earn it
We gotta cut it off, this shit not working (Oh)
Since you getting money, then show me a rack boy
I feel like Kobe, just by the way that I'm smokin' this thrax, boy
I ain't never been in a movie, but I can tell by the way that you act, boy
While everybody steady hatin', I'm ballin', just like I was Shaq, boy
All the pain and the hurtin', I don't need that at all
I can't buy you a Birkin, we can't go to the mall
Me and you weren't really workin', I'm ignorin' your calls
You really all on my phone, you on my cell, we're breakin' the law
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