Hey, you coulda had a check, bitchMy ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch When I see you in the city, it ain't no hard feelings I know you see me in that 'Rari cause it ain't no ceilings No more overseas shoppin' but yes I'll still take that sloppy Got the Lam bitch chopped, it ain't nothin', I'm the real Hugh HefnerĪnd you didn't work out, that's cool cause my new bitch betterīitch, you busted, it ain't no more red bottoms Upgrade everything, new whip, new bitch, new bezel She a dime bitch, ain't too much you can tell her My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitchMy ex bitch, must have been defective She interruptin' me, countin' my money, I had to start overMy ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch How you gon' do all of that there and put your head down?Īs a man that's all I really got to say about youĭamn, gon' call my phone askin', 'Can we start over?' Shoulda, coulda, woulda, now I'm with my next bitchĪnd you just another name on the checklist Now I'm in the same predicament that you was inīack then when you was fuckin' 'round with herīut now my money long, real, real, real long My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitchThe ho should've never chose me My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitchMy ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch
