Ex Sick

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Aye, make my ex sick when i Make my ex sick Aye Make my ex sick when i put Chanel on Adding up checks, yeah the money make her moan Get up out my way like im Julio Jones Skrt off in the whip you dont see me no more Hit it then I dip, i dont see her no more Yeah, i dont see her no more Ain't nobody have my back had to do it on my own Yeah, and all my young-ins toting chrome I was serving her nigga now she texting me Never trust no hoe, its a set up to me And you know i cant fold, aint no bending me Make my ex sick, she cant flex on me Now im walking through Atlanta with a check on me If i cant put my trust in you you're not next to me Hey im walking through Atlanta with a check, yeah Steady talking, i aint hearing what they said, yeah And these pussy niggas softer than some bread, yeah In a dream when i see her legs spread, yeah Talk down on the team then them niggas leave you sprayed, yeah Designer on my tee, i be shaper than some led, yeah Aye Make my ex sick when i put Chanel on Adding up checks, yeah the money make her moan Get up out my way like im Julio Jones Skrt off in the whip you dont see me no more Hit it then I dip, i dont see her no more Yeah, i dont see her no more Ain't nobody have my back had to do it on my own Yeah, and all my young-ins toting chrome