G O T D A M N (AIN’T SAD BOUT DAT)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Uh-uh Yeah, yeah Uh-uh Yeah, yeah Uh-uh, yeah, okay, uh [Verse 1] L-O-E, you know it's up I'm this close to blowin' up (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) I just told her, "Slide me brain" Act like I don't know enough (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) Bitches wanna ball with me, they wasn't on the floor with us (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) Bitch, I'm ridin' with the threes, but I keep that .40 tucked (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) [Chorus] She wanna leave me (Uh, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that") My wrist is 3D (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that") I threw her to the streets (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that") Ain't wanna see me eat (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that") [Verse 2] Okay, yeah, shawty got water like dolph' (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) All the drip, can't wash the shit off (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) I ain't sad 'bout gettin' this money (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah), I ain't sad 'bout scooping up the clout (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) They don't fuck around, put me in the clouds (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) Had to fuck around, put a bitch out (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) I ain't mad that the bitch got options (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah), got another bitch tryna pull up to the house (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) [Pre-Chorus] Bitch, I ain't sad 'bout that Pull up on your mans, all black Countin' up grands, goddamn Her baby daddy my fan, goddamn Swear to God, it don't jam, goddamn Since I'm up, go ham, goddamn Down bad, eatin' Spam, goddamn Now my wrist like Toucan Sam (Yeah) [Chorus] She wanna leave me (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that") My wrist is 3D (Uh, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that") I threw her to the streets (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that") Ain't wanna see me eat (Uh, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that") [Verse 3] Don't be sad, uh, can't even be sad I pull up, I'm poppin' my tags (Ooh, yeah) Can't even be sad, uh, can't even be sad Pull the drip, like, nigga, I'm the rag (Ooh, yeah) Can't even be sad, uh, niggas be sad I pull up, I'm poppin' my tags (Ooh, yeah) Can't even be sad, can't even be sad, I know why these fuck niggas mad, yeah (Ooh, yeah) [Verse 4] Runnin' up a hunnid racks Let a nigga go up, I ain't comin' back And I'm still bustin' juggs like I don't got it, I'ma add this shit up Never gon' subtract And I got that shit that these niggas lack Matter fact, where the fuck is these niggas at? They was hollerin' loud when a nigga down Nowhere to be found, let a nigga know (Huh) Bitchin' niggas, have it now Runnin' up, we lay him down I might have to fly her out Bitch, I'm always out of town They can't put my fire out Bitch, I'm movin' higher now Bitch, I just threw on my crown They sadder than ever now [Outro] Ooh (Bitch, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that") Ooh (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that") Ooh (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that") Ooh (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")