Lyrics

If I had a dime for every nigga with a rap dream
And all the girls who be riding working two jobs
But her boy's at home making mixtapes
With a "don't disturb" on the doorknob
Then I'd buy a cheap dress every friday
Cause I go to every show on the weekend

And I gotta look good when I'm rappin', ya
He say he about to sign a deal, he about to blow
He gotta move to atlanta, we about to go
I finally see the light and I'm glad I'm stayed
But the label said he should be single... Wait! (what he saying?)

Well baby fuck you and your new crew you're rolling with
They don't know you like I do
I swear when niggas start making money, they start acting funny
There's no love when they come up
They get it brand new
They get it brand new

This one's for
All the baby mamas and the down ass chicks
Remember y'all used to take bathroom pics, in the crib
And he said if he ever got rich, "we out this bitch, believe that shit"
Now you're living good while I'm sitting
Oh he's probably messing with them hoes I know
That's so brand new

And my bitches calling me like "hey
Ain't that your nigga with ye, ain't that your nigga with jay? "
God damn I'm so embarrassed
But I' ain't gon' call him, cause I've been drinking
But I'm getting madder cause this liquor got me thinking
Now I'm dialling your phone
Cause we both know that I deserve that crew
(I'm sorry, the number has been disconnected)
This ain't fair... Who is this? Who is lovin' you?
Never thought that you would act so brand new
While you're living good, what about me too?