Overrated

[Intro]

YFS

This gon' be your favorite song

[Verse 1]

Yeah, when you be scrollin' through your cellphone, late at night

We be gettin' our freak on, all night

When you be goin' to the movies, you be frontin'

And we be at the crib makin' movies, me and my woman

[Pre-Chorus]

I'm done living single

I know I could have 'em all but that ain't the shit that I'm on

I'm done living single

Ooh, in a side chick kind of world, I'm glad I got my girl

[Chorus]

'Cause it's overrated, overrated, overrated, oh

Overrated, overrated, overrated, oh (I'm done living single)

It's overrated, overrated, overrated, oh

Ooh, in a side chick kind of world, I'm glad I got my girl

[Verse 2]

When you be trickin' in the friendzone, tryna get her

I be on one knee in the endzone, my nigga

When she be goin' through your caller ID, tryna see who you textin'

My girl ain't worried 'bout me 'cause she knows she the only one I'm sextin'

[Pre-Chorus]

I'm done living single (I know)

I know (Yeah) I could have 'em all but that ain't the shit that I'm on (Said I'm oof that)

I'm done living single (Living)

Ooh, in a side chick kind of world, I'm glad I got my girl

[Chorus]

'Cause it's overrated, overrated, overrated, oh

Overrated, overrated, overrated, oh (I'm done living single)

It's overrated, overrated, overrated, oh

Ooh (Yeah), in a side chick kind of world, I'm glad I got my girl

[Verse 3]

I could be up in the club all night

Baby, I'd rather lay here with you

Ain't nothin' out there but them hoes with no loyalty

That's why I fuck with you

Yeah, that's why I fuck with you, baby

That's why I'm in love with you, baby

And Lord knows the sex is amazin'

Girl, why you think you have my baby?

That's why I ain't never lookin' at nobody else but you, baby

That's why I don't give a damn about who's callin' my phone

I change my number every two weeks just for you, girl

See I don't need none of them bitches, no no no, not at all

They can have all the Louis and the Gucci too

But you work for it all, yeah you work for it all, baby

When I come home and the dishes is put away in the kitchen

And my clothes is washed and folded up in the dresser

I know, I know, I know that I'm doin' the right thing, babe

I'm on my Spike Lee shit, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

Bein' single, it's overrated