Trina — Back to Me

[Verse 1: Trina] Out of order, shop closed, no more free throws And it ain't no more, lickin' in his speed coat Know better, do better Had it real good, rap bitch with her own trend setter I never asked him for shit Basic ass nigga, really wasn't 'bout shit Man, I'm tired of puttin' these niggas on and makin' 'em famous They be sayin' they love me, then they doin' the same shit These niggas wanna be me, girl, he want the fame Wanna be on TV, man, what's wrong with him? I be watchin' they moves and I be tellin' my bitches Man, he be thinkin' I'm clueless, so I'm out for his riches Man, karma be a bitch Didn't get far, these niggas thinkin' they slick Then they come back crawlin' and shit Niggas lost everythin', now they on they dick [Pre-Hook: Trina] Nigga, I don't wanna talk I erased all your math, social media blocked And it ain't my fault You got caught in the web, what the fuck you thought? Ain't no bitch that better than me I'm young Moses, I could part any sea So think twice when you checkin' for me 'Cause it ain't no comin' back, I'm a real OG [Hook: Dyna Edyne] You wanted to leave, baby But see I don't need you, baby Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me You wanted to leave, baby But see I don't need you, baby Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me [Verse 2: Trina] See the face on 10, body on 10 And the bank account on win They see me in the field, man, I'm stashin' them commas I pull up on these niggas in the flyin' saucer Buyin' that nigga, became my own boss No bra, titties out, bitch, I think I'm Rick Ross Think I'm Big Meech, make chop like Bruce Lee And the last thing you should think, a bitch sleep My game on fleek And your new bitch, she homeless chic I laugh at it 'cause she's a small matter I live a high rise, her section 8 chatter And you ain't no better Thinkin' these hoes gon' make you better, what a fuck nigga? Lil nigga, go and play with these hoes 'Cause you ain't in my league, nigga, I ball with pros [Pre-Hook: Trina] Nigga, I don't wanna talk I erased all your math, social media blocked And it ain't my fault You got caught in the web, what the fuck you thought? Ain't no bitch that better than me I'm young Moses, I could part any sea So think twice when you checkin' for me 'Cause it ain't no comin' back, I'm a real OG [Hook: Dyna Edyne] You wanted to leave, baby But see I don't need you, baby Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me You wanted to leave, baby But see I don't need you, baby Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me Don't you come runnin' back to me Runnin' back to me