(Verse 1)

Bet you wish you had a girl just like me
Just like me, just like me
All them other girls you had can’t compete
Not with me, they’re not in my league

Me, boy, I’m a rider, for real
Have you dripping in designer, that’s how I feel
Summer loving on a private island
Fucking on a beach was all in your reach
When you had a girl like me

(Chorus)

I’m your fantasy (yes I am your fantasy), but you ain’t shit to me (and you ain't shit to me)
Now that I’ve glowed up it don’t make sense to go and throwback (throwback)
Ex’s stay ex’s for a reason
Better keep 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?
Ex’s stay ex’s for a reason
Better keep back this ain’t cuffin' season

(Verse 2)

Gold chains swinging with some new Giuseppe’s on my feet, on my feet
Never needed you for nuthin', it was always you that needed me (you needed me)
You needed me (you needed me)
Yes I mean to be rude; don't even know what I saw in you
Stop calling my phone at 3am and begging me to come thru

You’ve been replaced (ay ay ay)
Now watch me slay (ay ay ay)

(Chorus)

I’m your fantasy (yes I am your fantasy), but you ain’t shit to me (and you ain't shit to me)
Now that I’ve glowed up it don’t make sense to go and throwback (throwback)
Ex’s stay ex’s for a reason
Better keep 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?
Ex’s stay ex’s for a reason
Better keep back this ain’t cuffing season

(Rap)

Watch how a n*gga glow
You lost a good thing you already know
And now you're that you let me go
Tryna find a me in a dutty hole
Hope her tits and big arse are worth it
She’s trash and boy you deserve it
It’s true what they say though
You never know what you got until you see it go (until you see it go)

[Singing]
I’m outta ya league bro
We could've had a good thing
Now we’ll never know
But you ain’t my type

[Rapping]
But you ain’t my type
And you ain’t that nice
You’re just tryna waste my time (Yeah)
You missed your chance
Tell a boy bye, you can kiss my arse

(Chorus)

I’m your fantasy (yes I am your fantasy), but you ain’t shit to me (and you ain't shit to me)
Now that I’ve glowed up it don’t make sense to go and throwback (throwback)
Ex’s stay ex’s for a reason
Better keep 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 (glowed up), so why would I throwback? (why would I throwback?)
Ex’s stay ex’s for a reason
Better keep back this ain’t cuffing season