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You been dealin with a lot now you got ya shit together
Momma said I know you when I meet you an I met ya
Ex keep cryin tell him go ahead and give up
Guess he can't stand the fact that ya doin better
Now let me proceed To palm her no keke Cc
Never let the tape leak MiMi
Ain't a Disney movie so you know it ain't PG
An girl you ain't sleezy or easy
That's when ya ex called he can't have you Cus you mine
Stevie know you bad even though my nigga blind
That's why ya ex still hooked on ya line
I Answer the phone like nigga is you cryn
Well one mans trash another's treasure
You ain't start to think about her till she doin better
Here's some advice build a bridge an get over it
She told me you be stalkin her don't think that we don't notice it
I got homies on speed dial
In case you hit redial
When we show up don't be actin all senile
And I see now
Why she left yo lame ass
Then I hang up
Dive in her plane crash

You know he hate to see you doin better
Moved on got ya shit together now
Tried to come back but you ain't let'em
Mad Cus ya got somebody else around
That treat ya good an he hit it better
Just tell the nigga now ya doin better, better
Now you doin better
Now you doin better

Got damn girl you know that you got it
Got damn you know that you got it
If I was ya ex I be mad about but ain't him so I ain't mad about it

Good Woman good woman got damn
You make a player stop playing his hand
Cause the queen don't belong in the deck
What they do for a check you get out of respect
And I see why your ex's mad I would be too
Cause you ain't lovin the crew and you only doing you
You ain't worried bout Designer gabana and Gucci bags
You rather pay all ya bills
An take care of Mom an dad
An I feel that all the way
All yo flawless make you flawless
It ain't nothing they can say that's why I sip some mix wit little OJ
Right before I turn on 12 play
So we can get it in
Late night like David letter
Producing something real like the boy David Guetta
We don't bring The pass cause we know it don't measure
To the fact they know you doing better, better

You know he hate to see you doin better
Moved on got ya shit together now
Tried to come back but you ain't let'em
Mad Cus ya got somebody else around
That treat ya good an he hit it better
Just tell the nigga now ya doin better, better
Now you doin better Now you doin better

Got damn girl you know that you got it
Got damn you know that you got it
If I was ya ex I be mad about but ain't him so I ain't mad about it
Got damn girl you know that you got it
Got damn you know that you got it
If I was ya ex I be mad about but ain't him so I ain't mad about it
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You been dealin with a lot now you got ya shit together
Momma said I know you when I meet you an I met ya
Ex keep cryin tell him go ahead and give up
Guess he can't stand the fact that ya doin better
Now let me proceed To palm her no keke Cc
Never let the tape leak MiMi
Ain't a Disney movie so you know it ain't PG
An girl you ain't sleezy or easy
That's when ya ex called he can't have you Cus you mine
Stevie know you bad even though my nigga blind
That's why ya ex still hooked on ya line
I Answer the phone like nigga is you cryn
Well one mans trash another's treasure
You ain't start to think about her till she doin better
Here's some advice build a bridge an get over it
She told me you be stalkin her don't think that we don't notice it
I got homies on speed dial
In case you hit redial
When we show up don't be actin all senile
And I see now
Why she left yo lame ass
Then I hang up
Dive in her plane crash

You know he hate to see you doin better
Moved on got ya shit together now
Tried to come back but you ain't let'em
Mad Cus ya got somebody else around
That treat ya good an he hit it better
Just tell the nigga now ya doin better, better
Now you doin better
Now you doin better

Got damn girl you know that you got it
Got damn you know that you got it
If I was ya ex I be mad about but ain't him so I ain't mad about it

Good Woman good woman got damn
You make a player stop playing his hand
Cause the queen don't belong in the deck
What they do for a check you get out of respect
And I see why your ex's mad I would be too
Cause you ain't lovin the crew and you only doing you
You ain't worried bout Designer gabana and Gucci bags
You rather pay all ya bills
An take care of Mom an dad
An I feel that all the way
All yo flawless make you flawless
It ain't nothing they can say that's why I sip some mix wit little OJ
Right before I turn on 12 play
So we can get it in
Late night like David letter
Producing something real like the boy David Guetta
We don't bring The pass cause we know it don't measure
To the fact they know you doing better, better

You know he hate to see you doin better
Moved on got ya shit together now
Tried to come back but you ain't let'em
Mad Cus ya got somebody else around
That treat ya good an he hit it better
Just tell the nigga now ya doin better, better
Now you doin better Now you doin better

Got damn girl you know that you got it
Got damn you know that you got it
If I was ya ex I be mad about but ain't him so I ain't mad about it
Got damn girl you know that you got it
Got damn you know that you got it
If I was ya ex I be mad about but ain't him so I ain't mad about it
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Writer: AMOND JACKSON, ARIS SHAUNDRE HURSEY, AUSTIN FIG, DAVID JULIUS ROBINSON
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