I'm tired of always hearin' how
you dog me to your friends,
complainin' 'bout how cheap I am
'cause I won't share my ends.

Spend all your dough on weaves and nails,
so how can you get hot
when I won't spoil you 'cause you waste
what you already got?

I gotta have fresh clothes and gear
to keep me lookin' fly
'cause if I don't then you'll just quit
me for a flyer guy,

and when I'm hangin' with my boys -
which I know ain't no sin -
I can't be gone ten minutes 'fore
you page me to check-in.

You always think I'm tryin' to creep -
like all men just can't wait -
but just because the hook is there
don't mean I'll take the bait.

Remember this each time you think
my life is yours to run:
already got a mama -
I don't need another one.