(I can’t believe you, break my heart)
(I can’t believe you, break my heart)
Yeah (break my heart)
Oh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
(Oo, oo) (Oh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah)
Ion’ love that b#tch
Can’t care bout’ that b#tch
She make no money, why would I? (why would I?)
These diamonds, they freaky
Kicking that cup like Ahmed muh’ f#cking Musa (Woopah!)
I’m in love with the money
I might tat on my face that “I love f#cking moolah” (Oh yeah)
I’m back in Paris, I’m sitting in the lounge
I’m smoking that muh’ f#cking hookah
And she won’t do something? Yeah, better yet, send her back (send her back, send her back)
And she gon’ leave with a Birkin bags (Ah!)
She like high fashion and breaking bags (Yeah)
Cutting this sh#t like Breaking Bad (Yeah)
Exotic, exotic, I’m burning it (Yeah)
And my heart where the (?…) at
In too deep, my bruddahs be turning bad
Yeah (yeah)
(Break my heart)
She gon’ break my heart
She gon’ break my heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
(Break my heart)
(I can’t, break my heart)
(I can’t, break my heart)
(I can’t believe)
(I can’t believe)
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Xavier Weeks Lyrics – BREAKING BAD