Want It
So you say that you don't think that me and him gon' last
And you say that I need to think about the past
When that chick was calling, playing on the phone
Four in the morning, talking
It's about to be on, if she don't back up off me
And now you say that I changed, and you don't like how I get down
Telling him I ain't even gonna stick around
Just cause you see me on the TV you think Imma leave my baby
Just because I'm sitting next to Diddy.
So tell me what you on? Tell me what the hell you want?
Need to worry 'bout your own, Imma have to put you on blast
Cause we look so fresh together. Can't nobody do it better
And I don't care what they say
I'm gon' stay with my baby
Tell me why you in my B-I-Z? You gon' make me get my Vaseline
You don't wanna catch the third degree. Back up, I need fifty feet
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
I peep game when you said that he's not the right man for me
But real talk, you just want get with my man
You know you stay blowin' up his cell on the regular day to day
I know you're feeling him
So tell me what you on? Tell me what the hell you want?
Need to worry 'bout your own, Imma have to put you on blast
Cause we look so fresh together. Can't nobody do it better
And I don't care what they say
I'm gon' stay with my baby
Tell me why you in my B-I-Z? You gon' make me get my Vaseline
You don't wanna catch the third degree. Back up, I need fifty feet
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
You mad cause he with me and you ain't get him first.
He told me, his homie said that you was the worst.
You ain't getting it like I'm getting it
You ain't pimping like I'm pimping
Hope you don't think I'm listening
This what you sound like to me
Breeze blowing in the wind, baby please believe I'm all that
'Cause it's seventy degrees and sunny over here
So you can stay up out my ear
Tell me why you in my B-I-Z? You gon' make me get my Vaseline
You don't wanna catch the third degree. Back up, I need fifty feet
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
And you say that I need to think about the past
When that chick was calling, playing on the phone
Four in the morning, talking
It's about to be on, if she don't back up off me
And now you say that I changed, and you don't like how I get down
Telling him I ain't even gonna stick around
Just cause you see me on the TV you think Imma leave my baby
Just because I'm sitting next to Diddy.
So tell me what you on? Tell me what the hell you want?
Need to worry 'bout your own, Imma have to put you on blast
Cause we look so fresh together. Can't nobody do it better
And I don't care what they say
I'm gon' stay with my baby
Tell me why you in my B-I-Z? You gon' make me get my Vaseline
You don't wanna catch the third degree. Back up, I need fifty feet
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
I peep game when you said that he's not the right man for me
But real talk, you just want get with my man
You know you stay blowin' up his cell on the regular day to day
I know you're feeling him
So tell me what you on? Tell me what the hell you want?
Need to worry 'bout your own, Imma have to put you on blast
Cause we look so fresh together. Can't nobody do it better
And I don't care what they say
I'm gon' stay with my baby
Tell me why you in my B-I-Z? You gon' make me get my Vaseline
You don't wanna catch the third degree. Back up, I need fifty feet
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
You mad cause he with me and you ain't get him first.
He told me, his homie said that you was the worst.
You ain't getting it like I'm getting it
You ain't pimping like I'm pimping
Hope you don't think I'm listening
This what you sound like to me
Breeze blowing in the wind, baby please believe I'm all that
'Cause it's seventy degrees and sunny over here
So you can stay up out my ear
Tell me why you in my B-I-Z? You gon' make me get my Vaseline
You don't wanna catch the third degree. Back up, I need fifty feet
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
I don't think you really want it, I don't think you really want it
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, James David Washington, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Keri Lynn Hilson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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