(feat. Tiara Thomas) [Verse 1:] You wanna see me fall off? Wait on it, that black car got weight on it And my new b**h got a big ol a** Feel free to hate on it Yo new n***as – busted I G5 and he busted I'm like oh that's what you doin I ain't heard you, I'm disgusted Now how you gon go from a triple OG To a n***a who'd wish he could get it like me You sh**tin on me, you trippin You still hit me up for that dick when you getting lonely Now she so sick, No luggage but f** it, I'm on a ego trip Non-violent but Big Will, he got that eagle grip Bouncers don't know yo name, they call you Rico b**h Uh, messed up ain't it? You could never upgrade Remember when yo home girl met me and she damn near fainted? Damn a n***a so paid, f** you [Pre-Hook 1:] This what I'm a do hoe I'm a get me a new hoe And I'm gon hit that p**y And I ain't gon be worryin bout you hoe [Pre-Hook 2:] This what I'm a do n***a I'm a get me a new n***a And he gon get this p**y I bet he hit it better than you n***a [Hook:] Middle finger to my ex... f** em! Middle finger to my ex... f** em! f** em! Turn the lights on [Verse 2:] Bought that b**h some Hermes, bought that b**h some Gucci Pull up in the Range, now that b**h up in the hoopty Had her rockin VVS, Emilio coochy Carolina Herrera look Perla up on the coochy Should've seen how she used to do me, had me bustin like a uzzi Now she lookin goofy, got a new boyfriend feelin like a groupie Hello! Rockin Moncle, neverwinter home in Montecello Lookin like Rick Fler courtsided the Knicks game watchin mellow And when the cameras pa** and I'm front row at the Grammys With my freak hoe with my hands all up in her panties
And they announce who the wnner is I might be feelin really generous But I only talk money so you might not understand me, f** you [Pre-Hook 1:] This what I'm a do hoe I'm a get me a new hoe And I'm gon hit that p**y And I ain't gon be worryin bout you hoe [Pre-Hook 2:] This what I'm a do n***a I'm a get me a new n***a And he gon get this p**y I bet he hit it better than you n***a [Hook:] Middle finger to my ex... f** em! Middle finger to my ex... f** em! f** em! Turn the lights on [Verse 3:] Okay all my ex's turned into wise They like why you date that n***a, he's a f**in lowlife Claim he got a new girlfriend, she called you a lame Said she wanna switch teams like LeBron damn James n***a you know what it mean but she bust for me Bet she'd like me, bet she'd buy a CD Bet she a fan, bet she a stand Bet she don't feel sh** in yo pants Couldn't f** no way, couldn't f** no way Couldn't get a b**h like OJ And that's why you ain't getting no play, cut the whole thing off like okay okay okay You told me just stick around cause you gonna make six figures b**h n***a that's no money, I'm on my way to a million You thought that you was gonna break me down but b**h n***a I'm k**in You tryin to get back right now I'm like nah I'm chillin [Pre-Hook 1:] This what I'm a do hoe I'm a get me a new hoe And I'm gon hit that p**y And I ain't gon be worryin bout you hoe [Pre-Hook 2:] This what I'm a do n***a I'm a get me a new n***a And he gon get this p**y I bet he hit it better than you n***a [Hook:] Middle finger to my ex... f** em! Middle finger to my ex... f** em! f** em! Turn the lights on