I know you got a man, man, man
But tell me what your man, man, man
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know you got a girl, girl, girl
But tell me what your girl, girl, girl
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Listen, I know you got a man
But your man aint Luda
So please dont let him fool you cause
The nigga dont really know how to do you
Whos your daddy rollin all up in the Caddy?
Sunroof top with the diamond in the back
Comin to get some of the bomb in the sack
Like a bomb in Iraq Ima come and attack
Every inch of your body after the after party
And then on to the hotel lobby ridin me like a Ducatti
Faster than a Bugatti, Im like, whoa, Kimosabe
Good golly, shawty a freak or she been practicin Pilates?
Im probably just strippin tongue sk-skippin like a track broke
But if she think Im frontin just wait til she see my back stroke
I be your side piece but whats our future plans?
Cause I be on you like damn
I know you got a man, man, man
But tell me what your man, man, man
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know you got a girl, girl, girl
But tell me what your girl, girl, girl
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, okay, okay, so thats your mans honey Im in
I aint tellin you to cancel him
Do, do your thing, look, shawty
I gotta respect your answerin him
Them th-th-theres your boyfriend
I just wanna be your toy friend
Your other, other man
Not your lo-lo-lover man, a undercover man
How many rubber bands it will take for you
Lil mama to be a part of my plan?
What do you need in advance?
I can see both of us showin in France
I can look back at your thong in my hand
Louis Vuitton, no more Donna Karen
Couple of stacks, so what is you sayin
Like Denzel Washington My Man
I dont wanna hear no mo-more bout him
What it gotta do with me?
You a grown ass woman, Im a grown ass man
So we both know a lot about the birds and the bees
Hold up, shorty, lets conversate
Conjugate, constipate
Get stuck on each other
You comin up outta your lingerie
Hey, I know you got a man
I know you got a man, man, man
But tell me what your man, man, man
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know you got a girl, girl, girl
But tell me what your girl, girl, girl
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Nada, nada, not a damn thing
He wouldnt know what to do if he tried it
And I aint hatin, you need some room to breathe
And I could be your ventilation
You need a lil lovin
Just a lil stimulation
A hug, a lil kissin
And a lil penetration
Give it to you like you never had it before
And you aint never gon think about his ass again
Lips, hips, eyes, thighs
Here Im gon have to give that ass a ten
And they can get a five
Even though one of them kinda fine
But aint none of them got nothin on you, you
So lets go somewhere to dine
And sip some expensive wine
Later on tell me what we gon do, do
We gon bump and we gon grind
So good it should be a crime
And next time tell your friends to come too, too
I know you got a man, man, man
But tell me what your man, man, man
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know you got a girl, girl, girl
But tell me what your girl, girl, girl
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to do with me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh