Lyrics:

Fuck that nigga

Whoa

I'm sorry, let me calm down
Quit trippin' let me breathe
Ok, I'm all right now

She got a whole lot of nerve, walk past me without sayin' a word
Cat on her arm, look like a nerd
Tell me that ain't your new man

So that ya new boyfriend?
I'm truthfully not impressed
I see that ya had to, settle for second best

So that ya new boyfriend?
Better tell him to quit steppin'
'Cause I'd hate to have to, hurt, your new man

She walkin' through the club with this cat, gossin' to all her friends
Got her drinkin' on dope crystal and, guess the nigga got ends

Now I don't mind her findin someone else, no that ain't the case
But she came to the club knowin' I was gonna be here so she could front that nigga in my face

That shit ain't right!
Yeah yeah yeah

So they pulled up to the spot in a convertible seven forty five

Yeah yeah yeah

That nigga like eight feet tall, and I'm chillin' at about five nine

Yeah yeah yeah

Black credit card with no limit and I'm knowin' he be hittin it

So what?

If I really wanted that
I'm bettin' I could get it back

So that ya new boyfriend?
I'm truthfully not impressed
I see that ya had to, settle for second best

So that ya new boyfriend?
Better tell him to quit steppin'
'Cause I'd hate to have to, hurt, your new man

... They walkin' hand-in-hand
She got a brand new man, understand, I'm really not givin' a damn
But she, got him walkin' dressin' like me
And if I had the chance most likely, I would whoop his ass discretely
Case of jealousy

So that ya new boyfriend?
I'm truthfully not impressed
I see that ya had to, settle for second best

So that ya new boyfriend?
Better tell him to quit steppin'
'Cause I'd hate to have to, hurt, your new man

So that ya new boyfriend?
I'm truthfully not impressed
I see that ya had to, settle for second best

So that ya new boyfriend?
Better tell him to quit steppin'
'Cause I'd hate to have to, hurt, your new man