Move On

You need to stop hitting my cellphone just to say what's up
When I told you I got a shorty like yo back up
Better move on shorty
Better move on yeah
Stop hitting her line like what's up
All you got to know my nigga is you ain't up
Better move on nigga
Better move on yeah

I'm sure you probably heard the saying, there's plenty fishes in the sea
I ain't special baby, real niggas is not a dying a breed
I was really all about you, almost dusted up my knee
But you wouldn't take the ring, so I had to hit the streets
Found a piece, and trust me she a lady in the streets
In the sheets, let me not say anything keep it discreet
Need stop dragging my name cause i'm tell it on a beat
Like we had a good time but c'mon, let's move on b

Remember the good times
With her purse on the bedside
And you thought you were that guy
Those times is gone my nigga, and you ask why
Let me tell you why
Like damn, she ain't know she was hot back then
Your attitude didn't help my friend
Did you go down, no you didn't
Were you faithful, no you weren't
Gave you chances, more than one
My nigga move on, don't hit her phone
Stop trying to see if she in town
Who you want to be? Some kind of clown?
Some Popeye
But it's fine if, that's what a nigga like
Restraining order, for real
That's kind of looking like your vibe

You need to stop hitting my cellphone just to say what's up
When I told you I got a shorty like yo back up
Better move on shorty
Better move on yeah
Stop hitting her line like what's up
All you got to know my nigga is you ain't up
Better move on nigga
Better move on yeah