Standards

I like a man with manners, he make his mama proud It can't be manufactured, gotta come natural And baby, ooh That ain't you, that just ain't you You come off sweet at first, but you got a sour side You're like a fancy label stuck on some cheap wine Yeah, baby, you I see through, I see right through I don't know what you heard But that bubble 'bout to get burst 'Cause I got standards I got standards I ain't tryna invest In a man who ain't passing the test 'Cause I got standards I got standards Yeah, I got standards It only matters how you treat me Ooh (oh-oh-oh) Don't need his credit rating, don't care what car he drives The kinda guy I'm dating don't live for dollar signs But, baby, you That's all (all) you (you) do (hey) 'Cause the kinda guy for me (gives me little letters) Every inside joke we have (he always remembers) Not even wearin' makeup and he's all over me Makes me forget my insecurities, oh I don't know what you heard But that bubble 'bout to get burst 'Cause I got standards I got standards I ain't tryna invest In a man who ain't passing the test 'Cause I got standards I got standards It only matters how ya treat me R-E-S-P-E-C-T me It only matters how you treat me R-E-S-P-E-C-T me It only matters how you treat me Only matters how you treat me, yeah I don't know what you heard But that bubble 'bout to get burst 'Cause I got standards I got standards They say, "Follow your gut" And, baby, you ain't making the cut 'Cause I got standards I, I got standards (I got standards) I got standards (I got standards) Oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh) You're not making the cut, boy Only matters how you treat me (Oh, oh) R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Oh, oh)