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 about your own
Imma have to put you on blast
Cause we look so fresh together
Ain'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 be
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 wanna get with my man
You know you stay blowing up in 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 about your own
Imma have to put you on blast
'Cause we look so fresh together
Ain'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 be
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 is what you sound like to me
Breeze blowing in the wind
Baby please believe I'm more than that
'Cause it's seventy degrees and sunny over here
You can stay up out my ear

Tell me why you in my be
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

Writer : MOSLEY, TIMOTHY / HILLS, NATE / HILSON, KERI / WASHINGTON, JAMES
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group