[Verse 1]
I can't take your attitude
Boy, who the hell are you?
Walkin' around like you own something
When the truth is not all (The truth is not at all)
Gave you my credit cards
So you could hit the mall
Still, you complain, sayin' things
Trying to make me feel small, oh

[Chorus]
So, who the hell are you?
Trying to make me cry, I need to know why
You think that you're the shit
You really ain't shit to do me like this
So, who the hell are you?
Trying to break me down, put you down
And I'm not with this, let me show you how it is
So, baby, on the real, you ain't nobody (Yeah, yeah)
So, never try to make me feel this way, way
You are so lame, boy, better ask somebody
Looks like I'll have to take my love away, 'way

[Verse 2]
Why you wanna curse at me?
Call me all outta my name?
Watch yourself, player
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
Ooh, why you
[Chorus]
So, who the hell are you?
Trying to make me cry, I need to know why (Make me cry, know why)
You think that you're the shit
You really ain't shit to do me like this, no, no
So, who the hell are you?
Trying to break me down, put you down
And I'm not with this, let me show you how it is
So, baby, on the real, you ain't nobody
So, never try to make me feel this way, way
You are so lame, boy, better ask somebody
(You are so lame, boy, you better ask somebody)
Looks like I'll have to take my love away, 'way (Take my lovin' away)
So, baby, on the real, you ain't nobody
So, never try to make me feel this way, way
You are so lame, boy, better ask somebody (So lame)
Looks like I'll have to take my love away, 'way (Take my lovin' away, 'way)

[Refrain]
You ain't nobody to me, so
That's why it's easy to leave you
Pack all your shit, I don't need you
And that's on the real, dude
You swear that you're a real thug
Then, come around my way, you gets nothing
Don't even think about lovin', my lovin' (My love, my love)
It gets nothing
You ain't nobody to me, so
That's why it's easy to leave you
Pack all your shit, I don't need you
And that's on the real, dude
You swear that you're a real thug
Then, come around my way, you gets nothing
Don't even think about lovin', my lovin' (My love, my love)
It gets nothing