Letter To My Ex

Look how you move
I see you over there
Look how you do
You go and disappear
You tell me that you love me
But that's a bunch of chit chat
And I'm a fool
'Cause I keep taking you back
I keep taking you back
I be throwin' it back
And I give you chances
You take advantage of that
Man that shit got me mad
I'm the best that you had
Let them bitches go and chase you
Bet that shit ain't gon' last

That's that shit I don't like
When you callin' up my phone
Tellin' me I got it wrong
Tellin' me that ain't my zone
Now you know
Baby I'm callin' ya bluff
Got me questionin' love
Man I just had enough, ya

Go and put ya money where ya mouth is
I'm about to show you who the baddest
You know I'm the best that ever happened
Niggas on my line like girl he cappin'
Go and put ya money where ya mouth is
Go babe, go babe, go babe
Go and put ya money where ya mouth is
Go babe, go babe, go babe

He tellin' me he a frat
He tellin' me he got racks
A matter fact he got stacks
Go 'head and miss me with that
I don't care about ya 6, 5 figures
Talk ya shit
You gon' lose all it
See the bigger picture

That's that shit I don't like
When you callin' up my phone
Tellin' me I got it wrong
Tellin' me that ain't my zone
Now you know
Baby I'm callin' ya bluff
Got me questionin' love
Man I just had enough, ya

Go and put ya money where ya mouth is
I'm about to show you who the baddest
You know I'm the best that ever happened
Niggas on my line like girl he cappin'
Go and put ya money where ya mouth is
Go babe, go babe, go babe
Go and put ya money where ya mouth is
Go babe, go babe, go babe

Go babe, go babe, go babe
Go babe, go babe, go babe
Go babe, go babe, go babe

You gon'
You gon' lose all ya money
Like you playin' blackjack
'Cause I'mma say I told you so
I don't care about yo shit
I don't care about how much money you got
All I need is for you to treat me right
But you don't
And you won't



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Writer(s): Lindsey Miles
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