She Don't Want a Man

She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets This particular evening she wanted to ride jets Even though I now shawty was bad news, I played it cool Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes Misreading signals, attachment issues Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips Got homies searching for relationships She not tryna hear my type of bitch She ran a story to me over grape juice and ciroc sips Married to a doctor, cuddle master Don't fuck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her On the low, she fucking his partners, feel her boys inside her Cause she weren't fucking with a rider She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck From talking it out to the parking lot From the parking lot to my safe house Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City Most bitches aint ready But Shawty aint tripping, she was living already My fuck game impressive so she come back steady The shit, while heavy I can carry it Cant get too far I mean this isn't marriage bitch She roll doobies as I paddle shift We fuck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy And then we smash again, she talking about him How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the ass Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything to get it off her chest But she don't want see him, man, Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad She got dressed and left in a flash But she saying she be back! She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck Couple days roll by, Shawty callin' askin' if I have time To put a couple in the air I was like, yeah We could fly more than a pair There's plenty over here She fell through like always We broke it down in the hallway She bossed her way back she dont crawl her way Her body designed Frank Cartier Say something talking heavy on her heart today Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away Cause her feelings was coming into play Affecting her home life in all kinda ways Her man askin her whats wrong she don't know what to say But she do got a union to save But she in love with the lust that we've made She had far too much she could say That fucking me was a perfect mistake She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck