Dead To Me Yung Bleu

[Intro]
You broke my heart, you broke my heart

[Chorus]
You broke my heart, you broke my heart, you got me rockin' solo
My money don't fold, my money don't fold, how you gon' stack this mojo
I got my new bitch jet-skiing, I done took the cake home
I don't wanna take no photo, no I don't wanna take no photo
I don't wanna have no dates
'Cause bitch you dead to me so get the fuck up out my face
Yeah, 'cause bitch you dead to me so get the fuck up out my face

[Verse 1]
I ain't finna talk rude to you
I'm just finna talk rules to you
Listen bitch, rule number one
I'm supposed to be the number one
Fuckin' off, I ain't have a clue
I was boyfriend number two
Bringing me to rule number two
Never have me lookin' like a fool
How the fuck you thinkin' that was cool?
All the fast cars and the jewels
Nigga even paid for your shoes
(real shit, real talk nigga)
But I got a new bitch, matter fact I got 'bout three new new bitches
I done learned my lesson, treat these bitches like ain't nothin'
Most these hoes be out here fuckin' different niggas like it's nothin'
Just to feel like they is something
You did me wrong, that explains why I'm heartless
(I don't give a fuck now, for real)