Heartbreak Keed, yeah, I'm a heartbreaker
She tryna try the kid, no, she a gold digger
I remember days, yeah, when niggas didn't want her
I'm the one that put that ass on you, hey, I tried to make you finer

Hop out a Rolls, hop out a Rolls
Hop out a Rolls, hop out a Rolls
Closin' that chapter, I'm closin' that door, nah
I can't take no more of you (can I feel your heartbeat?)
I ain't got no more to prove (can I feel your heartbeat?)

'Cause I'm a heartbreaker, I'm a heartbreaker
I'm a heartbreaker, I'm a heartbreaker
Yes, I put them diamonds in your wrist
I gave you pointers
Yes, I bought you every fuckin' shoe
They were designer
And she so emoitonal, hey, girl, you're a crier

She call me Pinocchio 'cause I'm lyin' all the time
Been spent three hundred, four hundred thousand on you, no lie
Yeah, I bet whatever yo ex nigga can't match my fly
I'ma get me a bad bitch, run the racks up to the sky

Hop out a Rolls, hop out a Rolls, hop out a Rolls
Closin' that chapter, I'm closin' that door, nah
I can't take no more of you (can I feel your heartbeat?)
I ain't got no more to prove (can I feel your heartbeat?)

'Cause I'm a heartbreaker, I'm a heartbreaker
I'm a heartbreaker, I'm a heartbreaker

She call me Pinocchio 'cause I'm lyin' all the time
Been spent three hundred, four hundred thousand on you, no lie

I'm a heartbreaker, I'm a heartbreaker

(Heartbreaker)

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Writer(s): James Russell, Raqhid Jevon Render