[Intro]

Boy, get yo'

[Chorus]

Don't know if I'm ready

Talk to you tomorrow

You can call me petty

But I get angry when you come to mind

Don't say that you're sorry

Too late to the party

Girl, don't get me started (Don't get me, woah)

I refuse to let you ruin my—

[Verse 1]

I tried for your punk-ass, boy

Swear, I lied for your punk-ass, boy

Look at you, looking like a punk-ass (Boy)

I ain't listen when they said you a punk-ass boy

I can tell you wanna book a hotel, do ya?

Have fun by yourself, honey

No, I'm not mad at you

Oh, you think that's attitude, boo boo? Boo, ooh

Ego, am I in the way of yours?

Don't answer that, I don't really care

I have paid too much attention

You said I could bank on you and you ain't even there

Your timing a lot like Dilla, you're a little late

I don't wanna wait for ya, he just wanna pull up at my place (No way)

Why you got me going through hoops? (Croquet)

I'm a boss ass and you want that so don't crawl back

Acting like you all that, you ain't no Keenan or Kel

Give me a reason to tell you that I'm needing your help

I am an independent woman, uh (Yeah)

Feeling like you shouldn't, uh (Yeah)

Hit me up, you wanna fuck (Woo)

Just another runner up, I knew it

[Chorus]

Don't know if I'm ready

Talk to you tomorrow

You can call me petty

But I get angry when you come to mind

Don't say that you're sorry

Too late to the party

Girl, don't get me started

I refuse to let you ruin my—

[Verse 2]

If you had a dime for all of your chances, you could buy me the bouquet I deserve

And some dessert, word

So don't come around me with puppy eyes

'Cause you suck at lying and I am the queen of deception

Your dick ain't as good as I let you believe

My next man can give you a lesson, yeah

You don't know what you just lost (Woo)

I'm Fieri with the frost (Ayy)

I should call Cardi, go off

You out here pulling a Rachel and Ross (Uh)

I can tell when you're drunk 'cause you act like a dick

And you think with your dick

Put my hands on my hips, have no time for your shit

'Cause I just checked my wrist and it's fuck off o'clock right now

Pipe down, lights out

You can't clear your name with some white out

Get on my knees? I'd've bite down

Goodnight now

I'm turning my phone off

Picture me with my clothes off

Now I got a new fling and that shit got you Green

I'm Draymond and you getting no shots

[Chorus]

Don't know if I'm ready

Talk to you tomorrow

You can call me petty

But I get angry when you come to mind

Don't say that you're sorry

Too late to the party

Girl, don't get me started

I refuse to let you ruin my—