I Got What You On

Yo, yo

Ho, ho

No, no

You

Yo, yo

Yo, be, be

Me, me

See, see

Can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl

Baby, I'm hearing too much in the street

Things that are supposed to be

Kept between just you and me, baby

Honey, I'm sick and tired of all of this

I think it's time I handled it

Trippin', flippin', get down with, baby

I got you a drop-top Benz with the Buggy eye

Thought it was enough to keep it quiet

I guess I was wrong cuz you out tonight

Flossin' with your girlfriends

Kima, Pam and what's-her-name

Girlfriends, they don't play the same

You don't know I got what you on, girl

1 - (Yo, yo)

I never really thought you was a (Hoe, hoe)

That's not really the way I (Go, go)

Why you wanna play with my (Dough, dough)

Yo, yo, go

(Yo, be, be)

Why you wanna be with (Me, me)

Girl, why can't you (See, see)

I can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl

Say that something's missin'

Tell me what you missin'

Say you need to flex and that's alright

But tell me where you was last night

Thinkin' with too much time on your hands

You surely meet the trouble

Or is this the way you spread that, oh girl

Is it like that?

Your actions too completely laxed and

I'm kickin' out the money when you want it, babe

You steppin' out again with your hair so right

Skirt so high then ya cried

You're out here runnin' like a dope fiend

Girl, why can't you just see?

You don't need to go

Cuz I've got what you on, girl

Repeat 1

[Beanie Siegal]

I keep you properly styled in the latest shit

Pradda, crocodile or gator's shit

Eyes poppin' out the Benz, you know the latest whip

Takin' you and your girlfriends shoppin' that player shit

Keep a pocket full of dough, safe full of stacks

Got a big fuckin' crib with a lake in the back

And that's yours to the wig, wait, lemme take that back

Get outta line, and I'm takin' it back

I just copped a six, you don't gotta car hop

I got a cellar full of Cris', you don't gotta bar hop

I got an indoor pool with a divin' board

My crib look like somethin' out The Rye Report

Laced you, twenty carats, ten in each ear

I can take you places you ain't been, nowhere

It could be gone tomorrow, but it's here today

Cuz I can play cowboy and take it all away, OK?

[Blackstreet]

(Yo, yo)

I can't believe my eyes that you're a (Hoe, hoe)

It's not really the way that I (Go, go)

Why you wanna play with my (Dough, dough)

Yo, yo, yo

Yo, be, be

Why you can't be with (Me, me)

Tell me why can't you (See, see)

I can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl

(Yo, yo)

Yeah, take it out (Hoe, hoe)

It's not the way I love you, baby (No, no you)

Why you take my (Dough, dough)

Yo, yo, yo

Yo, be, be

Why can't you be with me, me

Well, baby, can't you see, see

Can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl

We out