I know you hate it when I peek over
Every time your cell phone rings
You don't even know I look for numbers
When I wash your jeans
And I hate being that girl
I never used to be
But this cold, cold world has made some cold, cold girls
You know they looking like a night out
Trade love for the lifestyle
They all know you chose me
You know how these hoes be
Settling for someone else's man
These bitches don't care
Uh, these bitches don't care
I'm sorry, but I'm too aware, yeah
These bitches don't care
I didn't have to say shit
She had all this shit to tell me
I mean, you should be more concerned with the fact that you lied to me
Making me believe we're in a monogamous relationship when you got a whole-ass side chick
And having the audacity to tell my mom you wanted to marry me
Showing me rings and planning a wedding
Sitting there with your parents on vacation
Like, are you serious? Yeah, I know you're fuckin' sorry
