Intro

Cm7

Last night, I cried

Verse

Dm7

Give me a second, give me a minute

Nah, lil’ bitch, can’t let you finish

Gm7 Cm7

Yeah, that’s right, I need commissions on mine

Dm7

All that sauce you got from me

All that shit I gave for free

Gm7 Cm7

And I want it back, want it back

Dm7

This ain’t no warnin’ shot

Case all you hoes forgot

Gm7

Know you been more than lost

Cm7

Without me, I’m so

Dm7

Comin’ like I’m so greasy

Ex-nigga, he so needy

Gm7 Cm7

Punk ass tried to replace me, but the stakes is too high

Dm7

They can’t survive off mini-mes

I’m talkin’ pedigree

Gm7

Ain’t no writers, that’s just me

Cm7

Ain’t no spiteful, I’m just tea

Dm7

Can’t hate a bitch for free

Talkin’ I’m off the bench like Brady

Gm7

I’m pressin’ niggas like KD, it’s up

Cm7 Dm7

Yeah, nigga, it’s up to me

Rеmind you of Della Reese

Gm7 Cm7

So classic, that ass so fat, it look natural, it’s not

Dm7

I talk bullshit a lot

No more fuck-shit, I’m donе

Gm7

Damn right, I’m the one

Cm7

Damn right, I’m the one

Dm7

Comin’ back, she so candid

Comin’ back snatched like bandit

Gm7

Comin’ back, this ain’t canned shit

Cm7

I’m organic with my fresh squeezed

Dm7

I’m dumpin’ like press squeeze

I’m horny like, “Suck these”

Gm7 Cm7

So daring like, “Touch me”

Dm7

And all the petty shit aside

Gm7

All the funny shit aside

Cm7

I just want what’s mine

N.C.

Mine, oh

Gm7 Cm7

I just want what’s mine

Dm7

This ain’t no warnin’ shot

Cm7

Case all you hoes forgot

Dm7

And I cried and cried

Gm7

Said what’s on my mind

Cm7 Dm7

Ooh, oh, I cried