Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off

You had me turned out, as a young buck in a caddy truck
Givin' me dough for air maxes and new traxes
It was cool when you let me breathe
After we finished layin' up, you won't let me leave

Damn I'm a adult now, mami packed up the belts now
You all dumb high off the lie, playin' yourself now
Fuckin' up my groove, watch my every move
Try and get me caught up, makin' up lies that ain't true

I can't take this dumb shit, you startin' to irk me
Layin' all them rules down like you birth me
Shit you the worst be , all try lock me
Even got both my next door neighbours watchin' me

You gotta problem, somethin' that I can't solve wit ya
I'm at the point were we split I will not miss ya
I ain't your wife, damn sure ain't your child
Trees gettin' to ya head, 'cause dumb chick ain't my style

[Chorus]
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you want to try to tell me what to do
Why you want to put a little hold on me
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you want to try to tell me what to do
Why you want to put a little hold on me

I don't know what's wrong wit you, is you me dude or a detective
Try to look at it from your perspective, but I can't
You want to know where I'm goin', who I'm seein'
And who I'm meetin', what I'm eatin', what I'm doin'

Who I'm screwing, not you 'cause I can't stand how you tryin' to run me
High all day, plus you don't really even love me
'Cause if you did you would let me live, the facts will pop up in your brain
That I ain't no kid, and that no man gon' tell me how to breathe

Right disease type, smoke cloudin' up your mind sight
Think it's time you try again and get your little dust off
Bust off, now it's time to take the fuckin' cuffs off
Go ahead, smoke laugh and joke wit ya homies

But do me a favour, when you sober don't call me
I'm finished wit ya, I hope and pray that you ain't bitter
Used to have the goods, nowadays you don't deliver

[Chorus]

You think you got me on lock, 'cause when my friends call I don't go
But this shit here's gotta stop, you be actin' like I'm on parole
Oh why you trippin', why you trippin', 'cause I can't take this too long
Oh do you call this big pimpin', oh... this is what you call big pimpin'

[Chorus]

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off

You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you want to try to tell me what to do
Why you want to put a little hold on me

You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you want to try to tell me what to do
Why you want to put a little hold on me

Writer : MOSLEY, TIMOTHY / BROWN, JAMES / YOUNG, CHEVON / ELLIOTT, MISSY
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing