Keyshia Cole

I remember when I gave up loving you My heart couldn't take no more of you

I was sad and lonely I remember when I walked out

I remember when I screamed I hated you This ain't no motherfuckin' love song, man

Whole lotta checks in my pocket like Nike Keep two shooters on me, no Spike Lee

Niggas be hatin', but they won't fight me Y'all been in love with the money, that's wifey

Just make 200 racks off a tight beat I'm with the guys, I hope you don't try me

You say if it's up, then it's stuck like we Siamese Glock out of attitude, he gettin' feisty

Fuck your feature, nigga, don't write me These rap niggas be way too spicy

If he try to test me, we get on his ass Put his ass in the back, then we sit in the Grimey's

Fuckin' this bitch and I do it politely Boy, stop cappin', you know I get slimy