Speaking of me and you,
we are not the same,
but thats ashame.
So please stop saying my name.
Speaking on as you do in the streets
like you loved me.
See you just wanted me for the money,
now ain't that funny,
a pretty girl that had your back,
wasn't all out here like that.
But it's true you got what you deserve a soft wanna be thug,
all out there in the club, shaking ass for everyone else's man,
Now you want to come back to me,
cause what you see in the streets ain't no fun.
But how do it feel to have a monkey on ya back?