What you want from me? I thought I was your ecstasy But now you just an ex to me And I ain't into taking ecstasy Bottle of red from '09 Spicy rigatoni at Carbone's, no line I get you home, and I'm performing like it's showtime Got you sucking to Tony! Toni! Tone! Slow Wine Pushing the Ferrari down the coastline Tom Brown three-piece suit with the black bow tie I won't lie, you a whole vibe I know you fuck with other niggas on the side But shit, I don't mind Heard you was fucking two other rappers And you fucking that nigga from the Raptors I ain't mad at you Go head, just hit me up after Then I'm back fucking you good And you sucking me like a master, shit I see you pushing that Porsche truck Nigga spending fetti on you, got you Dior'd up Even paid for your LLC and that storefront But you still my bitch You gon' come open your jaws up, for me Yeah, you know I still got your heart in my pocket Saving this bottle for when I see you I brought it to pop it I'm at the Phoenix game watching KD slaughter the Rockets All I drop is classics, that's Common Like Water for Chocolate Yeah, it's eighty bands in blue faces that's all in my pocket Used to sell my product, then I re up'd with all of the profit I got a question, be honest, bitch What you want from me? I thought I was your ecstasy But now you just an ex to me And I ain't into taking ecstasy There's an artist, I think