Intro: Dm
Last night, I cried
Em7
Give me a second, give me a minute
Nah, lilʼ bitch, canʼt let you finish
Am Dm
Yeah, thatʼs right, I need commissions on mine
Em7
All that sauce you got from me
All that shit I gave for free
Am Dm
And I want it back, want it back
Em7
This ainʼt no warninʼ shot
Case all you hoes forgot
Am
Know you been more than lost
Dm
Without me, Iʼm so
Em7
Cominʼ like Iʼm so greasy
Ex-nigga, he so needy
Am Dm
Punk ass tried to replace me, but the stakes is too high
Em7
They canʼt survive off mini-mes
Iʼm talkinʼ pedigree
Am
Ainʼt no writers, thatʼs just me
Dm
Ainʼt no spiteful, Iʼm just tea
Em7
Canʼt hate a bitch for free
Talkinʼ Iʼm off the bench like Brady
Am
Iʼm pressinʼ niggas like KD, itʼs up
Dm Em7
Yeah, nigga, itʼs up to me
Rеmind you of Della Reese
Am Dm
So classic, that ass so fat, it look natural, itʼs not
Em7
I talk bullshit a lot
No more fuck-shit, Iʼm donе
Am
Damn right, Iʼm the one
Dm
Damn right, Iʼm the one
Em7
Cominʼ back, she so candid
Cominʼ back snatched like bandit
Am
Cominʼ back, this ainʼt canned shit
Dm
Iʼm organic with my fresh squeezed
Em7
Iʼm dumpinʼ like press squeeze
Iʼm horny like, «Suck these»
Am Dm
So daring like, «Touch me»
Em7
And all the petty shit aside
Am
All the funny shit aside
Dm
I just want whatʼs mine
Mine, oh
Am Dm
I just want whatʼs mine
Em7
This ainʼt no warninʼ shot
Dm
Case all you hoes forgot
Em7
And I cried and cried
Am
Said whatʼs on my mind
Dm Em7
Ooh, oh, I cried