It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend The one you let hit her and never call you again Remember when he told you he was bout to bet your meds You act like you ain't hearing but then giving him a tramp to begin How you think you really gon' pretend Like you wasn't down and then you calling him again Plus when you give it up so easy you ain't Even fooling him if you did it then then you'd probably go again Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Guys, you know you better watch out Some girls, some girls are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing The second verse is dedicated to the men More concerned with his rims than his tims and his women Him and his men, come in the club like hooligans Don't care who they a fan, pop a yank Let's not pretend, the ones that pack pistols by the waist, man Cristal by the casement, still in their mother's basement The pretty faced men, claiming that they did a bid, man Need to take care of their three or four kids, man Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Guys, watch out watch out Watch out watch out Watch out watch out Watch out, watch out Guys, you know you better watch out Some girls, some girls are only about Bad thing, bad thing, bad thing Bad thing, bad thing, bad thing Girls, you know you better watch out Some girls, some girls are only about Bad thing, bad thing, bad thing Bad thing, bad thing, bad thing Bad thing, bad thing, bad thing