Damages
    (专辑: The Rated Legend - 2020)
    
    Saying I 
remind of your ex-boyfriend  But girl I 
ain't none of them  I 
don't understand why you move so shook  Treat me like I'm one of them  You think I'ma do you bad  Girl I 
ain't even on that  You know you can get me mad  All you do is nag  And girl man you're chatting, you're chatting, you're chatting, you're chatting shit  I 
ain't gon' pay for them damages  Girl you're with me, can you manage it?  Get over your ex-boyfriend  Stop chatting and chatting and chatting and chatting shit  I 
ain't gon' pay for them damages  Girl you're with me, can you manage it?  Get over your ex, stop balancing   Look  See I 
ain't never done you dirty  But you treat me like I 
done you dirty (Woo)  But now I 
make money off the 
gigs  There ain't no white girl whipping that Cersei  Big man buying thirty, Versace racks, act like [?] nerdy (Uh)  Just don't treat me like Phil  Baby and I'll never treat you like Shirley (Uh, Cadet, Cadet)  If you're with me, then you're with me  I 
don't care what your ex did, man it's history  Why he treated you like a 
foe? It's a 
mystery  I 
ain't tryna come back to this, I 
ain't a 
frisbee  I 
don't talk to you about my ex girl  (Why? Cah you ain't my ex girl)  Because you ain't my ex girl  Switch gyal, Iike Mystique have you vexing  It's your fault, wanna talk about your ex man (Cadet, Cadet)   Saying I 
remind of your ex-boyfriend  But girl I 
ain't none of them  I 
don't understand why you move so shook  Treat me like I'm one of them  You think I'ma do you bad  Girl I 
ain't even on that  You know you can get me mad  All you do is nag  And girl man you're chatting, you're chatting, you're chatting, you're chatting shit  I 
ain't gon' pay for them damages  Girl you're with me, can you manage it?  Get over your ex-boyfriend  Stop chatting and chatting and chatting and chatting shit  I 
ain't gon' pay for them damages  Girl you're with me, can you manage it?  Get over your ex, stop balancing (Cadet, Cadet)   If I 
don't ever do you like that  Baby, how you gon' do me like that?  Your ex ain't even got no sauce  You can't compare, he ain't even no [?] (Uh)  Man I'm Ric Flair with the 
drip  Baby suits, yeah I 
got her on tap (Woo)  And if your ex trying to smack  I 
be looking for your ex, like it was on a 
map  Man I 
got, a 
big black cannon copped  If your ex tryna chat a 
lot (Uh)  Man ah boss (Uh)  Tell 'em how your man ah boss  Long stick like Camelot (Boom)  Know your ting turn up, turn up, it's true  Make him [?] run up, run up on you  Baby girl you're mine, I 
want squeeze on the 
side  So your boy he got bun up, bun up, call you (Hahahaha)   Saying I 
remind of your ex-boyfriend  But girl I 
ain't none of them  I 
don't understand why you move so shook  Treat me like I'm one of them  You think I'ma do you bad  Girl I 
ain't even on that  You know you can get me mad  All you do is nag  And girl man you're chatting, you're chatting, you're chatting, you're chatting shit  I 
ain't gon' pay for them damages  Girl you're with me, can you manage it?  Get over your ex-boyfriend  Stop chatting and chatting and chatting and chatting shit  I 
ain't gon' pay for them damages  Girl you're with me, can you manage it?  Get over your ex, stop balancing