Tattoos

You see me flexing on these new girls
Every one look better than you girl
It ain’t my fault that she so jealous
You kept all of my old things just so you can sell it
Cause I’m the man now
That bottles of the cristal
Models that like alcohol
Tell me what’s your plan now
Cause these girls ain’t got no clothes on
You’re angry that I moved on, yeah
Hatred falls like raindrops on your body
Spot you in the front row, darling get a hobby
Asking all my friends where I went, I’m at the top
And you’re god damn right I let a bad bitch take your spot
My last girl like the paparazzi
Always creeping on me, always creeping on me (yeah)
But I know that I’m hard to get over
I already told you, I already told you babe
That you ain’t gon' do better than me, no no
That he won’t get you wetter than me, oh lord
So fuck your stupid tattoos and your attitude
I know it hurts girl, face the fact you’re old news
Fuck your stupid tattoos and your attitude
I know it hurts girl, face the fact you’re old news
You see me flexing with my new crew
All my real friends, they don’t fucking like you
Tell me what’s with your obsession
You ask me if I’m happy is that a fucking question
I’m the man now
And I don’t need no reasons
Baby fuck your feelings
Tell me what’s your plan now
Said no more mister nice guy
This time I wanna see you cry, yeah
So tell me does it piss you off every time you hit the wall
How’s it feel to take an L, baby girl I know it well
So keep on talking shit, honestly I love it
Turn that lip service into hip service, oh my
My last girl like the paparazzi
Always creeping on me, always creeping on me (yeah)
But I know that I’m hard to get over
I already told you, I already told you babe
That you ain’t gon' do better than me, no no
That he won’t get you wetter than me, oh lord
So fuck your stupid tattoos and your attitude
I know it hurts girl, face the fact you’re old news
Fuck your stupid tattoos and your attitude
I know it hurts girl, face the fact you’re old news
My last girl like the paparazzi
Always creeping on me, always creeping on me
But I know that I’m hard to get over
I already told you, I already told you babe
That you ain’t gon' do better than me
That he can’t fuck you better than me
How’s it feel to take an L, baby girl I know it well