(Oh) Sitting court side, to the game she play I'm chilling most times, but I blame the DJ She the dark-skin chick with a light-skin crew Her pretty face and 'em high heel shoes Got love for them niggas, we got love for you too (I know) See my car is out there, and your girls inside Stop tripping, we just going for a ride Find my niggas if they tryna leave too Either way Why you letting them think for you? When you're a grown ass woman Baby, you're a grown ass woman Why you letting them think for you When you a grown ass woman Baby, you a grown ass woman Why they doing the thinking for you? Noo, why they doing the thinking for you (Tell me, baby) She wants drop tops, hair blowing in the wind Must be the liquor cause it's place she never been "Oh, and pour it up" she said "Oh, and pour it up" she said She tryna leave with me, tryna leave with her But she with her friends, yeah, handful of girls Homie, she fly Blowing grams, I'm tree high She fly like G-5 I see your friends tryna tell you how you need to stay back (Oh, yeah) Girl you see the player got a plan, and you know you need that Either way Why you letting them think for you? When you're a grown ass woman Baby, you're a grown ass woman Why you letting them think for you When you a grown ass woman Baby, you a grown ass woman Why they doing the thinking for you? No, no, no, baby no, no, no Yeah, I know you know All my niggas in the V.I.' Still bumpin' to T.I. baby And you rocking with a G now baby Baby no games at all, no Oh, oh, oh, oh Ohh, I choose you Ohh, choose you Ohh, I choose you Ohh, choose you Ohh, I choose you Baby no games at all, no