So What - Field Mob, Ciara

Ladies and GENTLEMEN!

Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara

Superstar DJ’s, here we go

They say — «He do a little this, he do a little that

He always in trouble,» and I heard

«He's nuttin but a pimp, he’s done a lot of chicks

He’s always in the club,» and they say

«He think he slick, he’s got a lot of chips

He’s sellin them drugs,» and I heard

«He's been locked up, find somebody else

He ain’t nuttin' but a thug»

So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat

So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat

And they say — I’m a slut, I’m a ho, I’m a freak

I got a different girl everyday of the week

You too smart you’d be a dummy to believe

That stuff that you heard that they say about me

They say that I’m THIS, they say that I’m THAT

But all of it’s fiction, none of it’s fact!

But you don’t be hearin it about your lover

You let it go in one ear and out the other

Now he say, she say, they say, I heard

If they fake we can’t let it get on our nerves

She miserable, she just want you to be

Like her, misery needs company

So don’t listen to that vine of grapes — They’re

Nuttin' but liars hatin, and I bet

They wouldn’t mind tradin pla-ces

With you by my side in my Mercedes

They say — «He do a little this, he do a little that

He always in trouble,» and I heard

«He's nuttin but a pimp, he’s done a lot of chicks

He’s always in the club,» and they say

«He think he slick, he’s got a lot of chips

He’s sellin them drugs,» and I heard

«He's been locked up, find somebody else

He ain’t nuttin' but a thug»

So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat

So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat

Mo' Money, Mo' Problems, life of a legend

Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin

So what, that’s your cousin, they don’t mean nuthin

Her like missin a type of affection you get

You just blind to the facts

See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention

Fuel to the fire, that supplies your suspicion

But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me

Why you stress this high school mess?

Break up never, they just jealous!

Drama from your momma, mean mug from your brothers

I’m that author of the book, they can judge from the cover

Yes — I, I been to jail

And yes — I’m grindin for real

I’m a positive talkin negative pimp

They hate to see you doin better than them, so!

They say — «He do a little this, he do a little that

He always in trouble,» and I heard

«He's nuttin but a pimp, he’s done a lot of chicks

He’s always in the club,» and they say

«He think he slick, he’s got a lot of chips

He’s sellin them drugs,» and I heard

«He's been locked up, find somebody else

He ain’t nuttin' but a thug»

So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat

So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat

(Ladies and Gentlemen, Ciara)

Some people don’t like, it

Cause you hang out in the street

But you my boy-friend

You’ve always been here for me

This love is serious

No matter what people think

I’m gon' be here for ya

And I don’t care what they say

Some people don’t like, it

Cause you hang out in the street

But you my boy-friend

You’ve always been here for me

I love the thug in ya

No matter what people think

I’m gon' be here for ya

And I don’t care what they say

They say — «He do a little this, he do a little that

He always in trouble,» and I heard

«He's nuttin but a pimp, he’s done a lot of chicks

He’s always in the club,» and they say

«He think he slick, he’s got a lot of chips

He’s sellin them drugs,» and I heard

«He's been locked up, find somebody else

He ain’t nuttin' but a thug»

So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat

So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat

Field Mob ad-libs as song fades