IWH2BMX Songtext
I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
No, oh

Ooh, you were way too insecure to be in love
What a way, what a way to fuck a good thing up, true
Know I'm not on line when you see me blowin' up
There's nothing to discuss, yeah, yeah

I am so sick of these niggas, they never deliver
They get in their feelings, their feelings
But I ain't gon' cry no more, I ain't gon' cry no more
Know, watch they focused on me, no, I don't need not a thing
I did it on my own, get hits on my own
Been on my own

I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah

Boy, just look at me now, face on every poster
Can't escape me, you-ooh, front news
I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Now I love myself to be death (Ooh)

I'm a (Ayy) popstar like Rihanna
This stitch is expensive, get the Fenty or it's Prada
First class on my flight now I go where I wanna
Built myself a good life that you'll never be a part of, oh, no

I am so sick of these niggas, they never deliver
They get in their feelings, their feelings
But I ain't gon' cry no more, I ain't gon' cry no more
Know, watch they focused on me, no, I don't need not a thing
I did it on my own (Ah), get hits on my own (Ah)
Been on my own (Ah)

I would hate to be my ex, yeah (I would hate to be)
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh (I moved on, no; I walked off from it)
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah (There's no regrets from me)
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'd hate to be, nah)

Boy, just look at me now, face on every poster (Just look at me now)
Can't escape me, you-ooh, front news (Front news)
I would hate to be my ex, yeah (I would, no, no, no)
Now I love myself to be death (Now I love me, I love me)

I bet you miss me now, now (Now)
You wanna be down, down (You wanna be down)
But it's far too late (It's too late)
You know I'm over you (I'm over you, yeah, yeah)

I would hate to be my ex, yeah (I would hate to be my ex)
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh (Glad I moved on to the next; ex)
I left you with no regret, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my—