The-Dream - Used To Be (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Say I'm f**ed up Well, you just might be f**ed up too I might be f**ed up Well baby girl, how about you? [Verse 1: The Dream] You used to be my n***a You used to be that cool b**h You used to smoke wit' a n***a But now you on that bullsh** You used to s** me crazy You used to call me baby Now all you do it nag me like a 5 year old from the backseat You used to be so confident But all that sh** came and went Used to be anti-internet But now you constantly blogging and sh**! You used to strip for a n***a Now you ain't got nothing but lip for a n***a Halfway decent for me, but you dress up for your girlfriends? Listening to what they say got your a** without a husband Put you up in a Benz, you did everything to get me Ain't did nothing since but keep talking about what it should be Car note, daycare, paid all the f**ing rent Know you wanna run the world But first, try running this But yall don't hear me, oh, oh, oh [Hook (x2): The Dream] Stop f**ing with me, woman Stop f**ing with me, woman Stop f**ing with me, woman Stop f**ing with me if you ain't f**ing with me [Verse 2: Casha] You used to be my n***a Way back when you didn't have sh** Staying out with your n***as And always on some bullsh** I stopped my life for you n***a To become a wife for you n***a All up in that strippers face begging for a** you'll never have All out of place lookin for something you already had Used to want to touch me Used to couldn't wait to f** me But took my p**y back Cause it's obvious you never loved me Texting and sh** Claiming you don't know her f** up out of here n***a no breakfast you on the sofa No lawyer let it burn I wish I could leave your a** Soon as I get my returns I promise I'mma leave your a** I can give a f** about this '96 Benz Swear I wouldn't give a f** if it wasn't for these kids Stop talking for I end up walking up out this b**h No other girl would put up with your sh** So stop...hold up wait a minute We ain't finished 'til I'm finished All up under your mama whenever there's drama Putting her two cents in it Mamas boy man up I wouldn't even be tripping If you ran this house like you run your f**ing mouth What the f** you doing on twitter? Grown a** n***a I swear you be on them blogs You need to be at your job And I would get my hair and my motherf**ing nails done But you know like I know I keep these motherf**ing lights on [Hook (x2): Casha] Stop f**ing with me, n***a Stop f**ing with me, n***a Stop f**ing with me, n***a Stop f**ing with me if you ain't f**ing with me