Damages - Cadet

Sayin' I remind of your ex-boyfriend

But girl I ain’t none of them

I don’t understand why you move so shook

Treat me like I’m one of them

You think I’ma do you bad

Girl I ain’t even on that

You know you can get me mad

All you do is nag

And girl man you’re chattin', you’re chattin', you’re chattin', you’re chattin'

shit

I ain’t gon' pay for them damages

Girl you’re with me, can you manage it?

Get over your ex-boyfriend

Stop chattin' and chattin' and chattin' and chattin' shit

I ain’t gon' pay for them damages

Girl you’re with me, can you manage it?

Get over your ex, stop balancin'

Look

See I ain’t never done you dirty

But you treat me like I done you dirty (Woo)

But now I make money off the gigs

There ain’t no white girl whippin' that Cersei

Big man buyin' thirty, Versace racks, act like nerdy (Uh)

Just don’t treat me like Phil

Baby and I’ll never treat you like Shirley (Uh, Cadet, Cadet)

If you’re with me, then you’re with me

I don’t care what your ex did, man it’s history

Why he treated you like a foe?

It’s a mystery

I ain’t tryna come back to this, I ain’t a frisbee

I don’t talk to you about my ex girl

(Why? Cah you ain’t my ex girl)

Because you ain’t my ex girl

Switch gyal, Iike Mystique have you vexin'

It’s your fault, wanna talk about your ex man (Cadet, Cadet)

Sayin' I remind of your ex-boyfriend

But girl I ain’t none of them

I don’t understand why you move so shook

Treat me like I’m one of them

You think I’ma do you bad

Girl I ain’t even on that

You know you can get me mad

All you do is nag

And girl man you’re chattin', you’re chattin', you’re chattin', you’re chattin'

shit

I ain’t gon' pay for them damages

Girl you’re with me, can you manage it?

Get over your ex-boyfriend

Stop chattin' and chattin' and chattin' and chattin' shit

I ain’t gon' pay for them damages

Girl you’re with me, can you manage it?

Get over your ex, stop balancin' (Cadet, Cadet)

If I don’t ever do you like that

Baby, how you gon' do me like that?

Your ex ain’t even got no sauce

You can’t compare, he ain’t even no (Uh)

Man I’m Ric Flair with the drip

Baby suits, yeah I got her on tap (Woo)

And if your ex tryin' to smack

I be lookin' for your ex, like it was on a map

Man I got, a big black cannon copped

If your ex tryna chat a lot (Uh)

Man ah boss (Uh)

Tell 'em how your man ah boss

Long stick like Camelot (Boom)

Know your ting turn up, turn up, it’s true

Make him run up, run up on you

Baby girl you’re mine, I want squeeze on the side

So your boy he got bun up, bun up, call you (Hahahaha)

Sayin' I remind of your ex-boyfriend

But girl I ain’t none of them

I don’t understand why you move so shook

Treat me like I’m one of them

You think I’ma do you bad

Girl I ain’t even on that

You know you can get me mad

All you do is nag

And girl man you’re chattin', you’re chattin', you’re chattin', you’re chattin'

shit

I ain’t gon' pay for them damages

Girl you’re with me, can you manage it?

Get over your ex-boyfriend

Stop chattin' and chattin' and chattin' and chattin' shit

I ain’t gon' pay for them damages

Girl you’re with me, can you manage it?

Get over your ex, stop balancin'