You best believe Everyday I get the same ol' thang All kind of brothers comin' up to me With silly lines that can make you sick (oh they need to quit!)
Don't get me wrong I like attention too But do they really have to act a fool: 'Cause' they see a lady lookin' good (Please admit)
[Chorus: x2] Is it my hips, my lips? My eyes, my thighs? My chest, my hair? Is it my big ol', Hey is that all you see?
In a limousine, fancy cars, bling bling bling Even if you're standing six foot three, Or three feet tall with no teeth Have respect for me Try conversation please Before you try to put your hands on me When will they ever learn there's more to me that t&a on this pyt? (Daddy please!)
And you acting like you don't know Why some brothers always lose control When you wearing them hip-high jeans With ya thong out baby please, Let a player speak and don't ya start to tweak! You got the body that can make men weak. So when you walk around in "do me" clothes, like them "videhoes", Girl ya need to know, That all I'm lookin' at is
Sexy underwear, I see Ooh and you know I love your hips Something about your thighs It's driving me crazy Ooh ah ha hey hey