Ain't Got It
Dave got a Maserati, Eddie, he got two
And they got them pumped-up sneakers too, oh, yeah
They're throwin' money out just like you never seen
Still livin' way beneath their means, oh, yeah
Too many Joneses, say you can't keep up with me
Can't keep up with me
But what I'm lackin' it don't mean a thing to me
Don't mean a thing to me, and I
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I got you, yeah
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I got you
Ain't got no Soloflex, I ain't got no mobile phone
And there's very little that I own, oh, yeah
Ain't got no bank account to match them other boys
Ain't got no real expensive toys, no, no
But they've forgotten, I got just them things I need
Got everything I need
Ain't got no price tag, you mean more than that to me
Mean more than that to me, and I
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I got you, yeah
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I got, baby, I got
You can keep your diamonds and all your fancy yachts
They don't compare to what I got, no, no
Love don't cost a penny, got everything I need
'Cause she's in love with me, ooh-whoo!
She called me yesterday, she said she's needin' more
A girl can't live on love alone, no, no
She wants a diamond ring, a carat, maybe more
And then she'd love me to the core, I'm sure
She said she's leavin'
Once she found that well was dry, bone dry
But I ain't grievin', least I got to taste the pie
I got to taste the pie, and I
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I had you, yeah
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I had you
Ain't got it, and I don't mind, no
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I had, baby, I had
Baby, I had you
I had you, well, I had you
I had you, and now we're through
I had you, I had you
I had you, whoa-oh
Oh-oh, o, now we're through
Oh, say goodbye!
Oh, you were so fine
For such a short time
Oh, you still tasty, ow!
And they got them pumped-up sneakers too, oh, yeah
They're throwin' money out just like you never seen
Still livin' way beneath their means, oh, yeah
Too many Joneses, say you can't keep up with me
Can't keep up with me
But what I'm lackin' it don't mean a thing to me
Don't mean a thing to me, and I
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I got you, yeah
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I got you
Ain't got no Soloflex, I ain't got no mobile phone
And there's very little that I own, oh, yeah
Ain't got no bank account to match them other boys
Ain't got no real expensive toys, no, no
But they've forgotten, I got just them things I need
Got everything I need
Ain't got no price tag, you mean more than that to me
Mean more than that to me, and I
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I got you, yeah
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I got, baby, I got
You can keep your diamonds and all your fancy yachts
They don't compare to what I got, no, no
Love don't cost a penny, got everything I need
'Cause she's in love with me, ooh-whoo!
She called me yesterday, she said she's needin' more
A girl can't live on love alone, no, no
She wants a diamond ring, a carat, maybe more
And then she'd love me to the core, I'm sure
She said she's leavin'
Once she found that well was dry, bone dry
But I ain't grievin', least I got to taste the pie
I got to taste the pie, and I
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I had you, yeah
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I had you
Ain't got it, and I don't mind, no
Ain't got it, and I don't mind
'Cause, baby, I had, baby, I had
Baby, I had you
I had you, well, I had you
I had you, and now we're through
I had you, I had you
I had you, whoa-oh
Oh-oh, o, now we're through
Oh, say goodbye!
Oh, you were so fine
For such a short time
Oh, you still tasty, ow!
Credits
Writer(s): Louren Molinare, Tom Nelson Morris, Ronald Curtis Young, Fidel Angel Paniagua, Earl Slick
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