You really want me to be bitter so bad
Trust me, I ain't losing sleep over you
You really want me to care that it's over so bad
Trust me, I just got the dead weight lifted off of me from you
You can't do shit on your own
So all you do is use the next
You use me for years til you couldn't no more
now you using that bitch
The very apartment I found and I paid
I'm sure you moved her right in
I bet you think you're good
But I'm the one who's really winning
A downgrade is an understatement
She can keep that headache cause you fakin
She'll get used up with your lies and yo shit
Cause that's all you have to offer a bitch
I'll be out the country celebrating
Feelin so good
I'll be out the country celebrating
Doing shit you never could
I ain't I ain't I ain't missing out on you
She can keep all of your bad mood swings, yeah yeah
I ain't missing out on you, I ain't missing out on you
Now she can come out of her purse to pay for everything, yeah
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't missing out on you
Keep drivin her raggedy car with the trunk that don't even close
I ain't missing out on you, I ain't missing out on you
You wanna be gangsta, yeah you a fake ass 4
I ain't never needed you, what the f*ck was I thinkin
I thought I upgraded you, but you was just sinkin
Poor tink tink you the weak ass link
I don't need no nigga who ain't got his own mink
Ima take the trash out, nigga you a trash bag
I don't even want you, that old hag can have that
Lil broke ass boy, you was nothin but a toy
Need ya mama and ya daddy, ain't got ya own caddy
Sit up on the titty, like ya name was Diddy
But the downgrade version, cause ya ass is silly
Billy, I did everything for you really
Locked my door back, left you outside chilly
Ain't never been a bitter bitch, please go to hell
Yo ass a stupid bitch, you looking like a snail (Slow ass)
All hail to the Queen, they all praise me bro
Meanwhile they look at you like hell no
Dirty ass nigga, I'm on a vacation
In the sun, getting tanned, eating good, with da fam
I ain't I ain't missing out on you
You a got damn fool, I'm too damn cool
Bitch
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't missing out on you
She can keep all of your bad mood swings, yeah yeah
I ain't missing out on you, I ain't missing out on you
Now she can come out of her purse to pay for everything, yeah
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't missing out on you
Keep drivin her raggedy car with the trunk that don't even close
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't missing out on you
You wanna be gangsta, yeah you a fake ass 4
