I’m moving on, I’m moving on
I can’t believe how many times she called my phone
I can’t believe how many times I did her wrong
I can’t believe how many times I did her wrong
I keep it interesting
For her, it’s no finessing
She love my style so when she shop, she let me do the dressing
She shoulda learned her lesson, f*cking with me is a blessing
Infatuated with my presence, now she feel neglected
I bought her so many presents, it’s one to break there
She been a1 with a ni**a since the first day
Just to pack it, she gon’ pack it in her purse
I got her jewels, she ’bout to pull up with that work
I’m moving on, I’m moving on
I can’t believe how many times she called my phone
I can’t believe how many times I did her wrong
I can’t believe how many times I did her wrong
I tried to make up for it, put her in a Beamer
I bought that b*tch a crib, been some years since I’ve seen her
I know I’m coming there and hey, I might need her
A gift and a curse when you’re f*cking with a hustler
She know I got a curse, she just want me to f*ck her
And you still hurt me when I lie to her
I can’t believe it came a day I’m waving bye to her
Can’t believe it came a day I’m waving bye to her
I’m moving on, I’m moving on
I can’t believe how many times she called my phone
I can’t believe how many times I did her wrong
I can’t believe how many times I did her wrong
