[Chorus]
You say you ain't got nobody (body)
Thought you was bout it, bout it
Skeletons in your closet, closet
Baby was you trying slide
You say you ain't got nobody (body)
Thought you was bout it, bout it
Skeletons in your closet, closet
Bet you gotta chick on da side
You say you ain't got nobody (body)
Thought you was bout it, bout it
Skeletons in your closet, closet
Baby was you trying slide
You say you ain't got nobody (body)
Thought you was bout it, bout it
Skeletons in your closet, closet
Bet you gotta chick on da side

[Verse 1: Girls verse]
I seen you with that chick
With the diamonds all over her wrist
And the deep dish rims on six
Dipped on chrome cell phone's on
Floss all day at the mall
With your boys at the park balling ball
Gave you my number
But you wouldn't call
Ain't know thang
Game recognize game

[Verse 1: Guys verse]
Girl you got some kinda nerve
You said you lived alone
The night when I called ya
Why did a nigga pick up your phone?
I know he wasn't your brother
Your nephew or your cousin
So I asume he was your lover
Tell me what should I think about you

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Girl's verse]
Ya I gotta chick for awhile
Quick it cause your using my child
Girl I thought you could make me smile
But it's the same old thang
Nothing's change
Sitution's got me lost
God knows I gotta cut her off
I respected you enough
Tell me what the deal
Keep it real

[Verse 2: Guy's verse]
Tens smoked out on your whip
Said you called but I couldn't see
You were parked out side in the morning
You said your wheels are cut
Paint scrathed up
Call here kousin me out
Get your cloths
There all thrown out
Took my love
And you thode it own out
Said it ain't know thang
Game recognize game

[Chorus]

Were you goin' meet
What you goin' do
How you goin' do it
Beta get to it boy

You, me
And she just a friend of mine
(all)All you do is creep, creep (creep)
You know chase the paper late at night

Weep, weep
You call me back when you get ready
Can't believe a thing you tell
No!

You, me
And she was just my baby momma
All you do is creep, creep
Always callin' me with so kinda drama

Weep, weep (Yes she was)
You call me back when you get ready
Can't believe a thing you tell me
Bet you gotta chick on da side

Writer : MOORE, FALONTE D/GIST, KEIR LAMONT/MUHAMMAD, BALEWA M
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group