Ah na na na

Here we go again with the same old story

Me and you, same bull-shit, different day

Yet you always comin’ back, then

Talkin’ all that shit, actin’ like you finna leave or somethin’

C’mon, who you playin…

Why you gotta act like that

Why you act like that

Why you try’na come back to me

Why you gotta act like that

Why you act like that

Why you tryna come back to…

Why you, why you gotta act

Why you, why you gotta act like that

(I’m just out here doin’ me baby, what’s so hard about you learnin’ how to do you too… without me)

I hate that you know I still want it bad

But, love the way you take advantage of it

I here hustlin try’na get my bag, saw my phone ring

And her picture on it, like

Why…

(Why you gotta act like that

Why you act like that

Why you try’na come back to)

You try’na come back to me

Like I told you, you would can’t you see how you damagin’

How I work like a protegé

There be water to whip, but, I don’t

That ain’t part of me

I ain’t out throwin

Or showin how my money

Flowin’ go-ing, growin stronger

Never slowin over

In the club, Patronin’

Women hoe-in’ over

Drinks are over-flowin’

Sip until you gone…

Like that pretty little blonde

Givin’ that look like she want me involved

If scorin a problem, consider it solved

Cuz her hand in my drawls, like…

Why you gotta act like that

Why you act like that

Why you try’na come back to me

Why you gotta act like that

Why you act like that

Why you tryna come back to…

Why you, why you gotta act

Why you, why you gotta act like that

Why you gotta act like…

Like that

(Like that)

Hit it back

(Right back) like

Hear that clap

Hit it back, like that

(Right back)

Throw it back

Put it work

(Put in, put in)

(Over and over, over and over, over and over and over and over)

Puttin’ that work and we gone

Wearin me out, ridin hard

Love it when you wear yo’ thong

Said, damn girl you, on

Now pop it, look back at it all

Pop it, like it’s Perignon

Said, pop it like Perignon…

I just wanna hit it and then detach

IDK if it’s worth another relapse, or a heart attack

What you lack, slip-my-mind

When I’m hittin it from the back, like

Damn…

Why you gotta act like that

Why you lie like that

Why you tryna come back to, me

Why you gotta act like that

Why you gotta act like that

Why you act like that

Why you tryna come back to…

You try’na come back to me

I don’t see the point, or a future with us between

It don’t take no prophecy

You’d have to be blind, not to see the hypocracy

No time for apologies, none should be needed our drama got boring

The screamin, pleadin leadin to only part of the folly

That we’ve been weavin’ in (what was our story) like

Why…