Look, to start off, if you want to claim someone
Wasn't he your husband in the first place?
I spend his money, he gives me what I ask for
Babe, I'm speaking to you honestly

That man is not yours
Ask him who makes his skin tingle
Who he spends his hundred-dollar bills on
And you're still here, you look so foolish, mommy, you look so foolish

That man is not yours
Ask him who makes his skin tingle
Who he spends his hundred-dollar bills on
And you're still here, you look so foolish, mommy, you look so foolish

He takes me on trips to Aruba
He touches himself to my nude photos
We've done it in the same bed you sleep in
Everyone knows you're a fool
When he didn't answer you, it's because he was with me
I make him come like you never could
He splurges when we go to the mall
On my fine designer booty
Gucci, Balenciaga, Louis Vuitton
If you call him, he puts you on airplane mode
I only use guys like him
I got an apartment just to screw him in it
He told me you're boring in bed
That's why he sees me on the sly
He doesn't love you, he loves that you're there for him
You may be the steady one, but he prefers me on top of him

That man is not yours
Ask him who makes his skin tingle
Who he spends his hundred-dollar bills on
And you're still here, you look so foolish, mommy, you look so foolish

That man is not yours
Ask him who makes his skin tingle
Who he spends his hundred-dollar bills on
And you're still here, you look so foolish, mommy, you look so foolish

If he likes you so much, why is he still with me?
See my middle finger, there's a ring next to it
With girls like you, all men play
You're like the seasons, temporary
Such a small thing, you settle for a purse
Don't compare yourself to me
You're the doormat and I'm the whole house
You screw anyone
No one would take you seriously even if you wanted
We're not the same breed
You're for the doghouse, I'm for the house
Everyone has had a turn with you
Bitch, you've been passed around
You think you're a threat

Check it
Properties under my name
Bank accounts under my name
He has a tattoo on his chest with a name
You're nobody to my man
The little he's spent on you
That's a handout to me
If we cross paths again somewhere
I'll blow your face off, I swear I won't miss

That man is not yours
Ask him who makes his skin tingle
Who he spends his hundred-dollar bills on
And you're still here, you look so foolish, mommy, you look so foolish

That man is not yours
Ask him who makes his skin tingle
Who he spends his hundred-dollar bills on
And you're still here, you look so foolish, mommy, you look so foolish

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