Better Things

I remember when you told me You said you’d never leave me lonely But that was part of your games I remember when your homies Said they saw you with another girl Just the other day Now I’m sitting here Wondering what went wrong Why you got another chick Clinging on to your arm But i wish you the best With all your broke promises Never chase him that’s number one Cus he gon do what he want If you can’t do it on your own Then you gotta flex like you on (Don’t run back) There’s plenty more dudes on the row Find the one who’s down to come home When you wake up in the early morn He gon have a crown waiting by the throne You can’t trust none of these bitches with top Missions Cus they get be gettin so messy with decisions Talking bout how they be sending pictures to Your man While you be laying all up in his bed If you want him so bad You can go ahead and keep him Because i’m getting my bag Ain’t got time for misdemeanors You steady talking that trash Ain’t got to worry bout that I’m doing bigger and better things I’m out here chillin with your broskies They say they want to get to know me But that ain’t part of my ways “It was really nice to meet ya But now i gotta see ya” Drove back to my lil place Now I’m sitting here Wondering what went wrong Why you got another chick Clinging on to your arm But, i wish you the best With all your broke promises I don’t want him You have him I’m fine just by myself Cus what he did to me He gon flip right on someone else In the end maybe the Two of u deserve yourselves With that ego Mi amigo Go and find some help No, you never knew me Got ya girl so boujee Whipping in the front seat Telsa got me hands free All the girlies got luxury With my team you don’t rock with me If wanna talk? don’t call me g Beggin like i’m royalty I’m lit, i’m queen, you got me mad and im Mean You walkin straight and i’m leanin’ You want some more and you feanin boy Stand with ten toes, hiding when you out here Running these hoes Hiding when im out here doing the most Gotchu crying now you on a new low If you want him so bad You can go ahead and keep him Because i’m getting my bag Ain’t got time for misdemeanors You steady talking that trash Ain’t got to worry bout that I’m doing bigger and better things