[Intro: Young Buck]
It's the Unit
Independent ladies, where you at?
Oh, we gon' party tonight, HA!
This what she put her Louboutins on to
This what she play when she cheatin' on you
This why she buy Hermés belts and Birkin bags too
All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Baby, if we hang tonight, even if I ain't your type
Bet when you wake up in the morning I just changed your life
Your woman represent you, my mama raised me right
Make sure her Alexander McQueen is fittin' her tight
Aight, got you lookin' sexy in Giuseppes
The last bitches slipped up, they know they should've kept me
Now your game done stepped up
Your nigga "like why you left me?"
See me in the background when you took a selfie
Don't do no stressin', baby, that type of shit ain't healthy
If you need help with your bills then just tell me
You got a girlfriend, it's cool, y'all can share me
A couple of bad bitches never scared me, I'm with that
You seen them new Céline bags, you can get that
Try this Versace on and see if you can fit that
Shawty said it's not about designer names
I'm just tryna introduce you to the finer things
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