I can't take your attitude
Boy, who the hell are you?
Walking around like you own something
When the truth is not at all
Gave you my credit cards so you could hit the mall
Still you complain
Saying things
Tryna make me feel small
Who the hell are you to try to make me cry?
I need to know why
Thinking of you the sh**
You really ain't sh** to do me like this
And who the hell are you to try to bring me down?
Lemme put you down
I'm not with this
Lemme show you how it is
So baby, on the real
You ain't nobody
To ever try to make me feel this way
You're so lame
You better ask somebody
Looks like I'll have to take my love away
Why you wanna curse at me?
Call me all outta my name?
Watch yourself, playa
You don't wanna see it get ugly
Why don't you get a job?
Really, it ain't that hard
Instead of doing things to bug me
You ain't nobody to me
So that's why its easy to leave you
Pack all your sh**
I don't need you
And that's on the real, dude
You swear that you a real thug
Then come around my way
You gets nothing
Don't even think about loving
You gets nothing