[Verse 1]
At the bar when this six foot star came walking my way
He said "Shorty your looking kinda boared, do you mind if I stay?"
My best friend said you gotta talk 'cause
I think he plays for Atlanta Hawks but
I can't play, maybe someday but right now I'm ok
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[Chorus]
I gotta man, (What's that got to do with me?)
I gotta man, (I'm not tryna hear that see?)
I gotta man, (What's that got to do with me?)
I gotta man, (I'm not tryna hear that)
I gotta man and he may not be a baller
But he's so good to me
He's around pick up everytime I call him
And he makes me so happy... so happy.

[Verse 2]
See there's this guy from New York that I know wanna be with me
Got it all, plenty ends, plenty friends, from a house in Miami
Takes lots of trips, wanting me to go
But then one day I had to let him know
It sounds good and that's real sweet
But my man's all I need

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[Verse 2]
I don't want nobody else 'cause
He's perfect for me, that's what's up
Can't nobody do it better
No worries, and I'm happy
He's all that I need all I want
He's perfect for me, that's what's up
Can't nobody love me better
No worries, and I'm happy

[Chorus]x1