I'm with my girls, I'm feeling gorgeous
Got these hating women nauseous
When I step up in a place
Heads be turning like The Exorcist
Hair is looking kinda Indian
But the skin is super melanin
Everything on fleek, I'm off the meter
So every n***a wanna greet her
That's when this sly guy approached me
Sexy too, about 6 foot 3
Asked my name and where I'm from
And if I came here alone
Can see him pulling out his phone
But I've got a man at home
But I've got a man at home
I love him but he's getting lazy
Doing less and less to please me
I find myself wanting more
Somehow I'm still holding on
You're looking too good to ignore, oh
Time reads 4:54 and the club's about to close
But I've got a man at home
But I've got a man at home
But I've got a man at home
I wanna know
Hey ladies, why is it that men can go do what's wrong?
Why is it that we just decide to keep holding on?
Why is it that we never seem to decide with the strength to leave
Well he's got to go, he's got to go
Hey ladies, why is it that men can go do what's wrong?
Why is it that we just decide to keep holding on?
Why is it that we never seem to decide with the strength to leave
Well he's got to go, go, go, go, go, go