Too $hort (too Short) - Fed Up lyrics

[Intro/Chorus] When a player's pissed There ain't nuttin she can do about it If I'm runnin out of love The b**hes who need to talk about it [Too $hort] It's over - b**h I ain't f**in wit'chu Don't call me, cause we ain't got nothin to do You on your own now, find a new manager My b**h is on cruise control - I can't handle her You so complicated, tellin lies and stuff Too emotional for me, and you cry too much I roll on these hoes when they test my game They wanna be spoiled buyin extra thangs We supposed to be a team, real players winnin sh** We hustle every day, and we share the benefits It used to feel good but now I'm barely feelin it Cause now, I don't really care if we end the sh** b**h! You gon' change on me? You better take a good look, cause you ain't gon' see My face... ever again I'll find a better hoe and you can get a better pimp Beotch! [Chorus] [Too $hort - over Chorus] It's over baby! Nothin [Too $hort] Now when I'm through wit'chu - ain't no gettin back I don't want money from you, and I don't care who's hittin that Don't speak when you see me and don't call a player You can f** a dog, for all I care b**h! It ain't the same on your own I know you miss me, that's why you playin games on the phone I'm like Pimp C, I'm just not willing and able To keep a b**h like you in my stable You're nothin but trouble, you never could be on my level You was turned off first time I said hello You a freak and you fine but you weak in the mind And worst of all, you're cheap wit'cha grind You don't earn enough, got me burnin up Cause you ain't even willin, to learn new stuff Get the f** out my face cause right now I will Whup your motherf**in a**, b**h you know how I feel [Chorus] [Too $hort - over Chorus] What b**h? I ain't tryin to hear that sh** baby Time's up It's too late [Outro] Get the f** out my face b**h! It's over baby, nuttin to talk about I f**s wit'chu no mo' It's too late baby, ain't nuttin you can say I'm outta here