I never cared too much for love
It was all a bunch of mush, that I just did not want
Paid, was the issue of the day
If a girlfriend's got some game
Couldn't be more fly, getting paid was everything

But I am not every girl and I do not need that world to validate me
'Cause shorty has got a job, shorty has got a car
Shorty can pay her own rent
Do not want to dance if it is not in my heart

Most girls want a man with the bling bling
Got my own thing, got the ching ching
I just want real love
Most girls want a man with the mean green

But I am not every girl
And I do not need no G to take care of me, no
Because Shorty has got a job, Shorty has got a car
Shorty can pay her own rent
Do not want to dance if it is not in my heart
(Oh most girls)

Most girls want a man with the bling bling
Got my own thing, got the ching ching
I just want real love
Most girls want a man with the mean green
Do not want to dance if he cannot be everything that I dream of
A man that understands real love
Please don't come around talking about that you love me
Because that love shit just is not for me
And I don't wanna hear that you adore me
And I know that all you're doing is running your mind games

Don't you know my game beats these games?
So your best bet is to be straight with me
So you say you wanna talk, let's talk
If you won't talk, I'll walk

Yeah, it's like that
I got a new man, he's waiting out back
Now what, whatcha think about that?
Now when I say I'm through, I'm through

Basically, I'm through with you
Whatcha wanna say, had to have it your way, had to play games
Now you're begging me to stay

There you go, looking pitiful
Just because I let you go
There you go, talking 'bout you want me back
But sometimes it be's like that, so
There you go, talking 'bout you miss me so
That you love me so, why I let you go
There you go because your lies got old
There you go
Oh, don't you wish you could turn the hands of time
Don't you wish you still were mine?
I'd take you back?
You wish that things were simple like that, oh?
Till it's gone
But I knew it wouldn't be long, till you came running back
Missing my love, there you go

There you go, looking pitiful
Just because I let you go
There you go, talking 'bout you want me back
But sometimes it be's like that, so
There you go, talking 'bout you miss me so
That you love me so, why I let you go
There you go because your lies got old

You make me sick
I want you and I am hating it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip

I am feeling it, I got to get a grip
And it is driving me crazy baby do not you quit
Cannot get enough of it
You got me going again
Baby, you got me going again
You make me sick
Look at you, there you go
You make me sick
You make me