One, two, three, four.

She keep calling, she’s so hard to ignore.

Why didn’t she just learn before,

I’ll hit her back up when I’m done with my whore.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Say she’s done, she looks at me in hate.

I still got my new bitty, so she straight.

Whatever, I’m not trying to debate.

One, two, three, four. 

He wouldn’t be late again, he swore.

I’ve called him on repeat, about to go to his door.

I hope he’s okay, our love I adore.

Five, six, seven, eight.

I’m so confused, who’s this at his place?

This is why he stood me up for our date?

Fighting back tears as I run away.

One, two, three, four.

Wearing brand new lingerie from the store.

He might have a girl, but I heard she’s a bore.

I’m no home wrecker, he opened the door.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Been with him a month, I’m two weeks late.

Hmm, I know he just got paid

“I have to go out for a minute.. Don’t wait up, okay?”

Eight, seven, six, five.

She never came back that night.

Swipe my card and it got declined.

How could I have been so blind?

Four, three, two, one.

Been missing ol’ girl since this shit begun.

She got a new man, and they in real love.

Mail came today – now I gotta pay child support.