Last night I cried Give me a second, give me a minute Nah, lil' bitch, can't let you finish Yeah, that's right, I need commissions on mine All that sauce you got from me All that shit I gave for free I want it back, want it back This ain't no warnin' shot In case all you hoes forgot Know you been more than lost Without me I'm so Comin' like I'm so greasy Ex-nigga, he so needy Punk ass tried to replace me, but the stake is too high They can't survive off mini-me's I'm talkin' pedigree Ain't no writers, that's just me Ain't no spiteful, I'm just tea Can't hate a bitch for free Talkin' I'm off the bench like Brady I'm pressin' niggas like KD, it's up Yeah, nigga, it's up to me Rеmind you of Della Reese So classic, that ass so fat, it look natural, it's not I talk bullshit a lot No more fuck-shit, I'm donе Damn right, I'm the one Damn right, I'm the one Comin' back, she's so candid Comin' back, snatched like bandit Comin' back, this ain't canned shit I'm organic with my fresh squeezed I'm dumpin' like press squeeze I'm horny like: Suck these So darin' like: Touch me And all the petty shit aside All the funny shit aside I just want what's mine Mine, oh I just want what's mine This ain't no warnin' shot In case all you hoes forgot And I cried, I cried Said what's on my mind Ooh-oh-woah, I cried