I rather cry in a Range Rover This ain't no break down, it's a break-up And when I wake up, get that cake up I treat that shit like it's my birthday I spend that shit like it's my birthday I get that shit off on my worst day And why these niggas be on broke shit? And why they hoes be on hoe shit? Bitches follow me, and think they know shit Hands all on my knees, he watch me throw it Throwing that shit back, he watch me throw it Throwing yo' lil' fit, watch me ignore it You can't put your lips all on my shit Watch me pour it He gon' put them kisses on my neck Bitch, where the ice at?