But you're not a man You're just a Mannequin I wish you could feel that my love is real I'm such a fool Cause you're not a man You're just a, a toy Could you ever be a real, real boy And understand How do I get closer to you

There was a time when a moment like this Wouldn’t ever cross my mind The sun will rise with my name on your lips ‘Cause everything will change tonight Big boys don’t cry They don’t ask why Shout out from the bottom of my lungs A plague on both your houses

I don't need your love Your time is up, I'll tell you why You say you're sorry But it's too late now So save it, get gone, shut up 'Cause if you think I care about you now Well, boy, I don't give a fuck So I cut you off 'Cause I already cried enough

We can't move to this We can't even talk, boy We don't even kiss Now I'm giving you up tonight It never works And I'm dancing on my own because You're not in love We can't move together Used to roll in perfect motion, easy

Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked You don't even know how I got it on me Every time I'm fuckin' on lil' shawty, she remind me of that dope 'Cause that shit be like macaroni I ain't Milly but I'm rockin' in here They done let me bring

You should be stronger than me Feel like a lady and you my lady boy 'Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy You been here 7 years longer than me Don't you know you supposed to be the man? Not pale in comparison to who you think I am You always

Ooh na na, what's my name? Hey boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh na na na na I need a boy, to take it over Looking for a guy, to put in work uh

'Cause everything I see is you And I don't want no substitute Baby, I swear it's déjà vu Know that I can't get over you Boy, I try to catch myself But I'm out of control Your sexiness is so appealing

Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga (yeah) Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, run it up Got a bitch to get the bread 'cause the bank playin' Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count (yeah) That's when I have some cool water that I whip slow

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The