| Meet me at the alter in your white dress, We ain't gettin' no younger girl, So we might as well do it. Been feelin' you all the while, girl, I must confess. Girl let's just get married, I just wanna get married. |

| Now you can't say, I don't love you, Just because I cheat on you. 'Cause you can't see, all I do, To keep you from knowin' the things I do. Like erase my phone, and keep it out of town, I keep it strapped up when I sleep around. Well I shoulda known one day you'd find out, But you can't go and leave me now. |
| Don't you ever leave the side of me, And definitely, not probably, And honestly, I'm down like the economy. |
| I used to be commander and chief
of my pimp ship, flying high, 'Til I met this pretty little missile, Shot me out the sky. Hate to know I'm crashin', Don't know how it happened, But I know it feels so damn good. Said if I could go back and make it happen faster, Don't you know I would baby if I could. Miss Independent to the fullest, The load never too much, She helpin' me pull it. She shot the bullet, That ended that life. I swear to you the pimp in me just died tonight, girl. |
| We can go to the tropics, Sip piņa coladas, Shorty I could take you there. Or we can go to the slums, Where killers get hung, Shorty I could take you there. |
| He said "Hey sista, it's really really nice to meet ya." I just met this 5-foot-7 guy who's just my type. Like the way he's speakin', His confidence is peakin', Don't like his baggy jeans but I'ma like what's underneath 'em. |

| I'm in the mix now, Searchin' for the right spot to hit now, get down. (Damn my lover dig down!) You use a rubber? (Damn right!) You are my lover? (All night!) The putty good to you? Word to motha. (???) (Man, tight!) The only thing left to do is climax, Let's make it last. (Word, we ain't goin' out like that.) All this time you been tellin' me that you was a don. I tried to warn you girl, You wouldn't listen, Now let's get it on. |
| Every other day I'm givin' the love away, That's what your friends' sister, little brother say. If I'ma do somethin', It's the undercover way. When them hatin'-ass watchdogs look the other way. |
| I said I'm married to this rap shit, Lookin' for a mistress, You can be by my side, Like Flavor and Deelishis. Long as you ain't scared, Of the kitchen and the dishes. |

| You remind me of my Jeep, I wanna ride it. Somethin' like my sounds, I wanna pump it. Girl you look just like my cars, I wanna wax it. And somethin' like my bank account, I wanna spend it, baby. |
| When I met you, I admit, My first thoughts was to trick. You look so good, I suck on your daddy's dick. I never felt that way in my life, It didn't take long before I made you my wife. |