[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Another story to tell, another coin in the wishing well
Pull a chair, as this joint inhale
Thirty-six grams on the digital scale, three hundred for the zipper
A little bit over a ounce, but that’s my n***a
Bring it over by these bitches, we get twisted like twizzlers
Flicking through these television channels, settle on the Cartoon Network
Or the Animal Planet, rubbing her ass
She want me to run through it, like a stack of cash
Blowing money fast, make it back by noon, that’s why she moved on
But she never moved out of my reach
So she creep on her dude to get by me
And living a dream, even if only a be temporarily, she steady behaving devilishly
Making any excuse to get loot
Ciroc, a little lemonade, maybe some grape juice
Stir it up, sip some, baby girl, you can stay cool
Before him, I was her main dude, but I knew that I can never keep it true
I let her roam, she settle down with the rectangle
Old square-ass n***a, life with no risk, she miss the danger
Four a.m, champagne outside these airplane hangers
Cars a quarter millionaires, we top-down-in-the-rain 'em
Her hair look good when it’s wet, it’s curling up, I wanna fuck
We can get high and do it like we used to do it, before we broke up, whattup

[Chorus: Curren$y]
I could still fuck all my ex girls
I’m sure that I could still fuck my all ex girls
(Don't trip, you still in love with a n***a, bitch)
I could still fuck all my ex girls
I’m quite sure that I could still fuck my all ex girls
(What other n***a get you high like this)
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
And I took her from another n***a, knowing that shit could happen to me
But still I’m fucking with, her fucking right
She whispered in my ear, she love a n***a truly
I love her back, fuck if homies judge a n***a
Yeah, them long nights, she made it alright
A good meal, some good top, we had a day on cloud nine
I had to get through them jeans, she fine as wine
Through out them ups and downs, she held it down
I'd even spent my last dime on this dame
Her mama moved from the hood, I’m talking miles
So tough luck, she told me keep in touch
So we chill and fuck, smoke our last blunt
Done good for a few months, then it faded
A couple months later she was dating
So to my little jewel, I wish you well
But tell homie, if I hit it then I own it, aw!

[Chorus: Curren$y]
I could still fuck all my ex girls
I’m sure that I could still fuck my all ex girls
(Don't trip, you still in love with a n***a, bitch)
I could still fuck all my ex girls
I’m quite sure that I could still fuck my all ex girls
(What other n***a get you high like this)
I could still fuck all my ex girls
I’m sure that I could still fuck my all ex girls
I could still fuck all my ex girls
I’m quite sure that I could still fuck my all ex girls