At the end of the week, when ya finally get paid
Hit me on my line if you still tryna get laid
If you ain't playing them games, the ones you used to play
'Cause remember, you said you was changed now
You acting grown now, picking up the phone now
Coming with something real, something I feel in my soul now
'Cause you wasn't all that back in the day
But I still gave you a lil' nookie anyway
Kept your ass up in the game, when you ain't have no moves to play
Let you sell me all them dreams, talking 'bout a better day
A day that never camе when I waited and I called
And I shouldn't takе your ass back at all
Would you do the same for me?
Would you do the same for me?
I bet you cha-cha like left foot, yeah, right foot, left stomp
I bet you'd be gone at the end of the month
On the other foot, on the other foot
If the shoe was on the other foot
On the other foot, on the other foot
If the shoe was on the other foot
You'd cha-cha like left foot, yeah, right foot, left stomp
I bet you'd be gone at the end of the month, yeah, yeah
Talk that shit like you was talking before, mmm
Promises, baby, leave 'em at the door, oh
Flowers and candy, that shit never phased me
Tell me the truth, hurry nigga, don't play me
Is it real this time? I mean, for real this time
Is it real this time? I mean, for real this time
Would you do the same for me?
Would you do the same for me? Would you do the same?
Cha-cha like left foot, yeah, right foot, left stomp
I bet you'd be gone at the end of the month
On the other foot, on the other foot
On the other foot, on the other foot
If the shoe was on the other foot
On the other foot, on the other foot
You'd cha-cha like left foot, yeah, right foot, left stomp
I bet you'd be gone at the end of the month, yeah, yeah
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