This is a song about loveYeahBut it's not a good loveIt's not a real loveAnd if your love sounds like thisThen that ain't loveWhen I work, puttin' hard daysThat's how I keep these bills paidAt my crib, things go my wayDon't give a damn about what your girlfriends sayWhen I come home, ain't no waitin'Should have my dinner on my plate andClear the table when my meal is doneAnd break me off, girl, when I roll someBreak me off, girl, when I roll someGirlfriend, don't let him watch you like thatThat ain't loveYou bet your own bills, got your own carGot your own crib, you got it like thatThat ain't loveHe can cook and serve his own damn mealsAnd if you don't, some other drink willThat ain't loveWalk away, waitin', girlfriendBetter yet, you better runCause that ain't loveSee, in my house, that's how it's gotta beNew, I'm a new girlThuggin' when you met meSo you know that I don't play aroundGirl, don't make me put my Mac hand downIf you want me to be real with youYou better do the things I tell you toSo don't be trippin', just respect meCause in my house, that's how it's gotta beGirlfriend, he's tryin' to run a game on youThat ain't loveNow rules from the house, that's how it's gotta beOld school, tryin' to make a claim on youThat ain't loveBad boys ain't nothin' but troubleYour mama used to say to youThat ain't loveAnd if it ain't, it ends on youGonna be trouble for trueCause that ain't loveListen here, ain't no talk backAin't got no time for no tip or tapGirl, you know I'm where your place is atSo you better recognizeRecognize thatSee, I'm a player from the old schoolAnd in my house, it's just the same old ruleSo don't be trippin', just respect meCause in my house, that's how it's gotta beDays and weeks go byYou love me, babyI've been good to youAnd still, here's a reason for your tearsWhy you let it treat you so bad?Don't let nobodyPlay it for the foolThink about me, babyCan't help believingIt'll be different this timeCause there's no prize, noThat ain't loveThat's my love, babyThat ain't love, no, no, no, noGive up everything you haveWhat you talkin' bout, baby?You're a little bit of thatFriend's got you hangin'Don't know what they're talkin' boutNo, babyDon't let him put his hands on youTrouble for twoTrouble for two, babySo now, babyWhere you goin'?