I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
No, oh

Ooh, you were way too insecure to be in love
What a way, what a way to fuck a good thing up, true
Blowin' up my line when you see me blowin' up
There's nothing to discuss, yeah, yeah

I am so sick of these niggas, they never deliver
They get in their feelings, their feelings
But I ain't gon' cry no more, I ain't gon' cry no more
Know I stay focused on me, no, I don't need a thing
I did it on my own, get hits on my own
Lit on my own

I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah

Boy, just look at me now, face on every poster
Can't escape me, you, ooh-ooh, you're old news
I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Now I love myself to death (Ooh)

I'm a (Ayy) popstar like Rihanna
The stitching expensive, either Fenty or it's Prada
First class on my flights, now I go where I wanna
Built myself a good life
that you'll never be a part of, no, no

I am so sick of these niggas, they never deliver
They get in their feelings, their feelings
But I ain't gon' cry no more, I ain't gon' cry no more
I know I stay focused on me, no, I don't need a thing
I did it on my own (Ah) , get hits on my own (Ah)
Lit on my own (Ah)

I would hate to be my ex, yeah (I would hate to be)
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh
(I moved on, no; I love that for me)
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
(There's no regrets from me)
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
(I'd hate to be, nah)

Boy, just look at me now, face on every poster
(Just look at me now)
Can't escape me, you, ooh-ooh, you're old news (Old news)
I would hate to be my ex, yeah (I would, no, no, no)
Now I love myself to death (Now I love me, I love me)

I bet you miss me now, now (Now)
You wanna be down, down (You wanna be down)
But it's far too late (It's too late)
You know I'm over you (I'm over you, yeah, yeah)

I would hate to be my ex, yeah (I would hate to be my ex)
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh
(Glad I moved on to the next; ex)
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my—