| Love them and leave them | 
| That’s what I | 
| I can easily do it like I used to (Used to) | 
| But baby, you ain’t nothing like the usual (Usual) | 
| And even though it’s all mutual (Mutual) | 
| I drop it off, pack it up, and leave | 
| (That's what I) | 
| Used to do 'til I met you | 
| Now everything is so brand new | 
| You’re giving me a reason | 
| To love them, not leave them | 
| Girl, you know my get down from back younger | 
| Used to mix the grape Kool-Aid and bird thunder | 
| LA mentality, it’s no wonder | 
| I was quick to tell a bitch lose my number | 
| (That's what I) | 
| Still do and won’t lose no slumber | 
| Fuck her off Twitter, dump her on Tumblr (Woo) | 
| Cirque du Soleil, I’m a juggler | 
| I throw your chick in the sky, rotate and humble her (Haha) | 
| That’s right before you cuddle her | 
| She comin' home with DNA in her jugular (Uh) | 
| You massagin' her back, all in the tub with her | 
| You trickin' off racks, buying bub' with her | 
| (That's what I) | 
| Me? | 
| I won’t even go to the club with her | 
| I warned you, homie, don’t fall in love with her | 
| You like every other customer now | 
| See I refuse to settle just to settle down | 
| I can easily do it like I used to (Used to) | 
| But baby, you ain’t nothing like the usual (Usual) | 
| And even though it’s all mutual (Mutual) | 
| I drop it off, pack it up, and leave | 
| (That's what I) | 
| Used to do 'til I met you | 
| Now everything is so brand new | 
| You’re giving me a reason | 
| To love them, not leave them | 
| Super Socco and gin, pop lockin' my pen | 
| Hanging out with the twins, servin' yay for my ends | 
| Pimpin' hard on her, not play, for real | 
| Bake cake for real, let’s make a deal | 
| (That's what I) | 
| On the Eastside of Long | 
| Creep slow with your favorite ho | 
| Rockin' her boat, what you savin' her for? | 
| Me and Ras spent days with the ho | 
| In the C-A-R-S-O (C-Arson) | 
| Johnny struck a match, I crack a new batch | 
| Came back with the deadliest catch | 
| No look, cookbooks from scratch | 
| I knock a bad bitch, all that | 
| And show her how to fall back | 
| (That's what I) | 
| Frame name, a game, nights to blame | 
| Fights with gangs | 
| Don’t nothin' change, but the grass, man | 
| I came to bang | 
| Fire and desire, ice and flame | 
| Don’t give that bitch your last name | 
| I can easily do it like I used to (Used to) | 
| But baby, you ain’t nothing like the usual (Usual) | 
| And even though it’s all mutual (Mutual) | 
| I drop it off, pack it up, and leave | 
| (That's what I) | 
| Used to do 'til I met you | 
| Now everything is so brand new | 
| You’re giving me a reason | 
| To love them, not leave them | 
| You know it’s funny how a man can change so quickly from a coldblooded person | 
| Thinking he’s God’s gift to women | 
| Remember how I used to do that? | 
| That’s what I love |