text: I really thought we couldve worked it out
  Even gave us the benefit of doubt
  But we couldnt stop playing around
  Didnt understand, but I do now
  Sometimes I wish that we could get it back
  Because everyone deserves a second chance
  But we can never go back like that
  Its a shame how our good thing turned so bad
  Too bad, baby
  So sad
  Look at all that we couldve had
  Just too bad
  Oh, thats how you feeling huh?
  Caught in your feelings huh?
  Im like the late great Aaliyah One in a Million ma
  I was dealing ma, introduce you to dealing ma
  You aint even know a fan could go up on the ceiling ma
  But that was yesterday, them games I never played
  Money, cars, clothes, hoes all up on my resume
  You need a 80 bucks you would call your baby up
  I been about cash money, I’ma call Baby up, or the homie Slim
  Mack and Weezy too. I spit fish grease easy I get greasy too
  You my favorite book, I love reading you
  But come through true woo is what you need to do
  Ayo Cam’ Im the baddest bitch
  You was acting mad happy when you bagged this bitch
  You was telling my mother you love me all the time
  Pink range you was pushing that was sort of mine
  Late night New York fried chicken spots and all
  125th and Lenox outside the mall
  Now you running round fronting like you paid in full
  My nigga you aint Rico this aint Paid in Full
  Okay, I mean I love you Im fronting the feelings mutual
  But you aint getting me back man you delusional
  I should have been left your ass huh?
  Oh that chicken head you fucking with, ask her!