[Intro]
Good Luck Forever Records, y'all already know what it is
Y'all already know what it is, man, it's just
Biggest record label in South Florida ([?])
Ayy, look

[Verse 1]
My accountant just sent me a text
That looked like it came from my ex
How many racks did I blow at Bottega for a bitch I just met?
Shit, I don't know
I don't keep track
I just make her feel loved
Then I hop on a jet
Yeah, crazy how they thought shit done died down
Bitches that said they would be never sides
Now they wear that shit with pride now
When I'm drunk
Please take my phone out my hands
'Cause bitches get zelles and post from my room
And n***as get jammed
That ain't a Cuban, that shit is a baby
That's two hundred grams
I bought a Rollie, same day bought Mercadies
That's two hundred grand
Promised my wifey I'd cut off my hoes, but I love 'em to death
I used to wanna be in with the rappers, now I'm with execs
[Chorus]
E-E-Ex-bitch tried to play me, damn
Look how it played it out
I make it rain now
You hear what they say now
Ex-bitch tried to play me, huh
Look how it played it out
Look at my chain now
Bitch, look at my gang now

[Verse 2]
I used to wanna fuck with them, but it ain't worth
Fuck on all they friends, buy new purse, this shit Murc'
She see a verse, pull up in the Vert
Uzi on me, step back KD
These blues right here cost eighteen
My voice ain't shit without KP
Like Bron ain't shit without AD
Damn near two hundred for this AP
Heard I'm gettin' money, n***as hate me
Bitch you ain't gettin' nothin', you ain't me
Flag it, bag it, cash it, stash it
Pull off laughin', pull off, swerve
Still sell dope, still sell birds
Gave 'em my old bitch, that's my word
[Chorus]
E-E-Ex-bitch tried to play me, damn
Look how it played it out
I make it rain now
You hear what they say now
Ex-bitch tried to play me, huh
Look how it played it out
Look at my chain now
Bitch, look at my gang now