G O T D A M N (AIN’T SAD BOUT DAT)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Uh-uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-uh, yeah, okay, uh

[Verse 1]
L-O-E, you know it's up
I'm this close to blowin' up (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
I just told her, "Slide me brain"
Act like I don't know enough (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
Bitches wanna ball with me, they wasn't on the floor with us (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm ridin' with the threes, but I keep that .40 tucked (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)

[Chorus]
She wanna leave me (Uh, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")
My wrist is 3D (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")
I threw her to the streets (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")
Ain't wanna see me eat (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")

[Verse 2]
Okay, yeah, shawty got water like dolph' (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
All the drip, can't wash the shit off (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
I ain't sad 'bout gettin' this money (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah), I ain't sad 'bout scooping up the clout (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
They don't fuck around, put me in the clouds (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
Had to fuck around, put a bitch out (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
I ain't mad that the bitch got options (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah), got another bitch tryna pull up to the house (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I ain't sad ‘bout that
Pull up on your mans, all black
Countin' up grands, goddamn
Her baby daddy my fan, goddamn
Swear to God, it don't jam, goddamn
Since I'm up, go ham, goddamn
Down bad, eatin' Spam, goddamn
Now my wrist like Toucan Sam (Yeah)

[Chorus]
She wanna leave me (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")
My wrist is 3D (Uh, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")
I threw her to the streets (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")
Ain't wanna see me eat (Uh, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")

[Verse 3]
Don't be sad, uh, can't even be sad
I pull up, I'm poppin' my tags (Ooh, yeah)
Can't even be sad, uh, can't even be sad
Pull the drip, like, nigga, I'm the rag (Ooh, yeah)
Can't even be sad, uh, niggas be sad
I pull up, I'm poppin' my tags (Ooh, yeah)
Can't even be sad, can't even be sad, I know why these fuck niggas mad, yeah (Ooh, yeah)

[Verse 4]
Runnin' up a hunnid racks
Let a nigga go up, I ain't comin' back
And I'm still bustin' juggs like I don't got it, I'ma add this shit up
Never gon' subtract
And I got that shit that these niggas lack
Matter fact, where the fuck is these niggas at?
They was hollerin' loud when a nigga down
Nowhere to be found, let a nigga know (Huh)
Bitchin' niggas, have it now
Runnin' up, we lay him down
I might have to fly her out
Bitch, I'm always out of town
They can't put my fire out
Bitch, I'm movin' higher now
Bitch, I just threw on my crown
They sadder than ever now

[Outro]
Ooh (Bitch, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")
Ooh (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")
Ooh (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")
Ooh (Yeah, tell her, "I ain't sad 'bout that")