(Last night I cried)

Give me a second, give me a minuteNah, lil′ bitch, can't let you finish

Yeah, that′s right, I need commissions on mine

All that sauce you got from me

All that shit I gave for free

I want it back, want it back

This ain't no warning shot

'Case all you hoes forgot

Know you been more than lost without me, I′m so

Coming back I′m so greasy

Ex-nigga, he so needy

Punk ass tried to replace me but the stakes is too high

They can't survive off mini-me′s

I'm talking pedigree

Ain′t no writers, that's just me

Ain′t no spiteful, I'm just tea

Can't hate a bitch for free

Talking I′m off the bench like Brady

I′m pressin' niggas like KD, it′s up

Yeah, nigga, it's up to me

Remind you of Della Reese

So classic, that ass so fat, it look natural, it′s not

I talk bullshit a lot

No more fuck-shit, I'm done

(Damn right, I′m the one)

Damn right, I'm the one

Coming back, she so candid

Coming back, snatched like bandit

Coming back, this ain't canned shit, I′m organic with my

Fresh squeezed, I′m dumping like press squeeze

I'm horny like, "Suck these", so daring like, "Touch me"

And all the petty shit aside

All the phony shit aside

I just want what′s mine

Mine, oh

I just want what's mine

This ain′t no warning shot

'Case all you hoes forgot

And I cried and cried

Said what′s on my mind

(I cried)

Ooh-oh-woah, I cried