F That B

She see me doin' better, and now she want me

I got my life together, and so she thought we

That we movin' together, but girl, you lost me

I rather die alone, than have you fuckin' haunt me

I guess I'm gettin' a little sour, a little bitter

But I got clout, so my head's a little bigger

And all along, you was just a gold digger

Have you ever thought of comin' a stripper

I love hatred, it makes music

I love exes, cause they useless