| Say I’m fucked up, | 
| Well, you just might be fucked up too | 
| I might be fucked up | 
| Well baby girl, how about you? | 
| You used to be my nigga | 
| You used to be that cool bitch | 
| You used to smoke wit' a nigga | 
| But now you on that bullshit | 
| You used to sex me crazy | 
| You used to call me baby | 
| Now all you do it nag me like a 5 year old from the backseat | 
| You used to be so confident | 
| But all that shit came and went | 
| Used to be anti-internet | 
| But now you constantly blogging and shit! | 
| You used to strip for a nigga | 
| Now you ain’t got nothing but lip for a nigga | 
| Halfway decent for me, but you dress up for your girlfriends? | 
| Listening to what they say god your ass without a husband | 
| Put you in a Benz, you did everything to get me | 
| Ain’t did nothing since but keep talking about what it should be | 
| Car note, daycare, paid all the fucking rent | 
| Know you wanna run the world | 
| But first, try running this | 
| But yall don’t hear me, oh, oh, oh | 
| Stop fucking with me, woman | 
| Stop fucking with me, woman | 
| Stop fucking with me, woman | 
| Stop fucking with me if you ain’t fucking with me | 
| You used to be so sweet | 
| But now you act bitter | 
| And just so I don’t hear that shit, I drown my liver in this liquor | 
| You used to be like this man | 
| You used to be my best friend | 
| Now all you do is judge me | 
| And scream out fuck me, but don’t fuck me | 
| Ohhh, hell to the no! | 
| Now I’m all up in the clubs | 
| Now I’m all up in the mall | 
| Now you in my cell phone screaming «who's this bitch?» | 
| She’s just a friend, yeah that’s it | 
| And now you wanna trip, ain’t that some shit? | 
| Yesterday you didn’t give a fuck, now you asking where I been | 
| And you hating on every girl that walk by | 
| Talking about «where she think she going in that outfit?» | 
| She don’t even love me, she loves the competition | 
| Every man out there: I hope you’re listening | 
| Can I be honest? | 
| Can I be muthafucking honest? | 
| Stop fucking with me, woman | 
| Stop fucking with me, woman | 
| Stop fucking with me, woman | 
| Stop fucking with me if you ain’t fucking with me | 
| There’s nothing at home, so I’m searching for love | 
| Tried to get through, but you don’t give a fuck | 
| She can’t love me, when she don’t love herself | 
| Feels like I’m sleepin with somebody else | 
| Now I’m seeing somebody else | 
| Now I’m touching somebody else | 
| Now I’m fucking somebody else | 
| But go ahead and blame me if it helps. | 
| I’m just being honest | 
| I know, I know, I know, I know sometimes I’m wrong | 
| But am I really the only one | 
| Real women know that I’m talking real shit | 
| And you fake bitches, I’m sure your sittin' around all pissed | 
| All my real niggas know that I’m talking real shit | 
| And fake niggas can take notes, or find rope and choke, nigga | 
| Yeah, honest-y |