[Intro]

[Plugg!]

Yeah, Lilmar

What this bitch talkin' 'bout?

She don’t want me?

Uh, okay, hah

You don’t want me, bitch, it is your loss

You don’t want me, bitch, it is your loss

You don’t want me, bitch, it is your loss

[Chorus]

You don’t want me, bitch, it is your loss

Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots

Fuck that fat bitch, she look like Rick Ross

Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce

You don’t want me, bitch, it is your loss

Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots

Fuck that fat bitch, she look like Rick Ross

Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce

[Verse]

No NBA, but nigga, I’m a young boss

You ask him buy you shit, he say what it cost

I used to want that bitch I had my fingers crossed

Whenever I hit her up she told me get lost

Fuck you bitch, I don't want you no more

Could of rode in my Mustang, got up out that four door

I only wanted you but you with niggas like a score board

Fuckin' niggas daily but you swore you wasn’t a whore

What you mean you don’t want me? Bitch I don't even need you

Just tried to treat you special, sum yo other nigga didn’t do

Instead you did me worse, this shit contagious like the flu

But you don’t even care, yo niggas lined up like a queue

Just tried to make you happy and treat you like a princess

Now ya upset, you let that nigga hit n he just wanted sex

Guess I ain’t cute or some'

Nah bitch, you just really dumb

[Chorus]

You don’t want me, bitch, it is your loss

Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots

Fuck that fat bitch, she look like Rick Ross

Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce

You don’t want me, bitch, it is your loss

Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots

Fuck that fat bitch, she look like Rick Ross

Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce