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I don't care about your ex
I ain't trynna be your next
I ain't worried bout the rest
All I'm tryna do is flex
Yeah, all I gotta say is
I don't, I don't, I don't care though
I don't, I don't, I don't care though
I don't, I don't, I don't care though
I don't, I don't, I don't care though

Walk up in the spot hella faded
Tryna reach new heights, I'm elevated
Coolin' with the gang, we're celebrating
I just spent a check on myself and man it felt amazing
I need somebody to flex on
Like a fat man on a mattress, I've been heavily slept on
My last girl wasn't nothing, she was only a lesson
Now the look on my ex face is what I call an expression, yeah
I'm just moving to a better spot
And you know I keep a couple dimes that I'll never drop
Damn girl quit messing with them jokers, need to fold em like it's poker
And go get yourself a king like Corretta Scott
You should be open to me baby girl instead of locked
Cause I know every bird is attracted to all this bread I got
Since I've been focused on the ends, I ain't talking to my friends
And they've all been wondering if I'm dead or not
But I don't care, I'm making moves
That's like a hammer to the tv, breaking news
I'm taking charge, I'm paying dues
This girl keep talking bout her ex, I ain't enthused cause

I don't care about your ex
I ain't trynna be your next
I ain't worried bout the rest
All I'm tryna do is flex
Yeah, all I gotta say is
I don't, I don't, I don't care though
I don't, I don't, I don't care though
I don't, I don't, I don't care though
I don't, I don't, I don't care though

Ima hit it like the dashboard
Now she catching feelings, girl whatchu doing that for
I like em black and Puerto Rican, Asian, White, I'm sorta speaking
Like I've been around the world like a passport
Damn girl, are you gon let me smash or
Are we gon' be sitting here all night goin' back forth
Cause when I shoot I don't miss, I take a shot and it swish
While them other boys don't even hit the backboard
She got a good head on her like Jimmy neutron
She be out of this world with them Fendi boots on
Her man ain't shit cause his bread be croutons
And she call him on the same phone she send me nudes on
Baby you are divine
Ima come through all the time
Said he get two at a time
Well he got two I got nine
Why I gotta prove I'm not lying
You know I do more than rhyme
Trynna find a f*ck I can give
That might be too hard to find
Because IDC, don't try me B
Won't sign CDs, I ride the beat
Like why he be so cold
I got hits while these other boys swing and miss
I want all these hoes to sing to this

I don't care about your ex
I ain't trynna be your next
I ain't worried bout the rest
All I'm tryna do is flex
Yeah, all I gotta say is
I don't, I don't, I don't care though
I don't, I don't, I don't care though
I don't, I don't, I don't care though
I don't, I don't, I don't care though