[Verse 1: Dainá]

I sang it in a song, now I'll tell you in a rap

You never had a gyal like me, now you want me back

Facts, boy kick back

Could never trust a nigga who would treat me like that

Dirty, you thought you could hurt me

I'm a asset to your life, you're not worthy

Big ballers who would never curve me

You're living in a dreamland, coming like Kirby yeah

Call up my girls and we flossin'

No time for lames, we straight bossin'

You're the weakest link, I'm too fly

To let a guy try ever diss me twice

Got a DM from your new boo

She's hating on the kid

I would hate me too

You know me, yeah I'mma play along

Don't respond to her message

But I'll put it in a song

It's been a long time coming

You want that old thing back, Mr Wallace

My life's stress free now, no problems

You can't upgrade on me, I promise ya

Watch how a nigga done glow

You lost a good thing, but you already know

Way outta your league, I'm better solo

You never know what you got till you see it go, yeah

[Verse 2: Paigey Cakey]

I've been a G from the start

You cannot play with my heart (yeah)

It's about to stop where you pass

I left that shit in the past (yeah, yeah)

Got a new nigga, he take me for dinner

In the shard and we just stay flexin'

He not like none of these others

He never keep me waitin', even when textin'

Ooh he fine and sexy

Yes he'll always miss me, yeah

He don't wanna test me

'Cos he don't want it with me, yeah

Going AWOL, I just blow my halo

Need a consistent nigga, rollin' like the payroll

Ridin' through the 6

I always got my wits about me

I'll be with the clique

Yeah, we ain't tryna dish no drama

I bring it to your baby mother's crib

You be talking 'bout some other shit

That you ain't even see me coming in

You don't wanna see your summer end

[Chorus: Dainá]

I'm your fantasy, I'm your fantasy boy

You ain't shit to me, you ain't shit to me yeah

Now that I've glowed up

It don't make sense to go and throwback

Exes stay exes for a reason

Better kick back, this ain't cuffin' season

You want me back, you want me back, you want me back baby

You must be mad, you must be mad, you must be mad homie

I just glowed up, so why would I throwback?

Exes stay exes for a reason

Better kick back, this ain't cuffin' season

[Verse 3: Tokyo Diiva]

Deadass

Wait, wait (wait)

Do you know who the fuck I am? (The fuck I am)

It was a honour to be my man

Show me one bitch on the 'gram

That probably isn't my fan

Show me a bitch that's flyer than [?]

Then I'll give a damn

I don't mean to be irate

Just tryna keep you up to date

Say you will do better is being fake

Me being humble is too late

Bet you can't get it up, put it down

Throw it back, throw it down

Take it back another round

Sweatin' out a couple pounds

(Your new bitch a re-run and a rebound)

I got that pretty brown (brown)

Under my couture gown

Squirt underneath my skirt

Guarantee it'll make you drown (drown)

So tell me, how does it feel you take that L?

Bet you miss sweating out my gel

How the fuck you go from a Mac to a Dell?

[Verse 4: Nya Lee]

You blowin' up my line

Now you got something to say (Nigga what?)

Thought you had me sprung

Didn't think that I would walk away

I caught you slipping, creeping all up in the DM

When you think I didn't peep it

I was peeking in the mirror

How dare you waste my time

And holla at a weak chick? (What?)

Seen her in real life

Don't look nothing like on her 'gram pics (Nothing like that at all)

Now the joke's on you, I'm enjoying doing me

You like hanging with your crew, with company-filled misery

You lied, you cheated, you hurt me out to the core

The D so good, I miss the pain I can't ignore

My ex he mad, like Usher he got it bad

But my new new, he so cute

Pulling off in his coupe (coupe)

[Chorus: Dainá]

I'm your fantasy, I'm your fantasy boy

You ain't shit to me, you ain't shit to me yeah

Now that I've glowed up

It don't make sense to go and throwback

Exes stay exes for a reason

Better kick back, this ain't cuffin' season

You want me back, you want me back, you want me back baby

You must be mad, you must be mad, you must be mad homie

I just glowed up, so why would I throwback?

Exes stay exes for a reason

Better kick back, this ain't cuffin' season