(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