[LaToiya Williams]
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (To me, ha ha)

[Young Buck]
Now, even though I might trick a little
I know you love the way I work the middle
You look good in them high heels, girl
You're so hood; we in our lil' world
Shoppin' sprees overseas, you and me on a private flight
Got a chance to be my wife if ya ass act right
Gotta dance all night, girl, you want that ice
Everything's on me; yeah, I'm that type
Marble floors in these elevator doors
Sixteen bedrooms and all of 'em yours
Let's fuck all night, any position you like
Thick coats by the Coach, black Bentley Azure
I know sometimes a nigga might not make it home and it's
No reception, low bars; it ain't on, and I
Keep doin' this 'cause you don't care
Material girl that'll always be there, ya ain't goin' nowhere

[Chorus:]
Time and time, I try to leave
But I just can't seem to leave yo' ass alone
Don't know why I can't let you go
And why I keep comin' back for mo'
I'm sayin' this life is good
Got me up out the hood, but I'm so confused
And I don't know how much more of this
Disrespect I can take from you

[Young Buck]
And ya ain't goin' nowhere; how I know? Because I told you so
And all that cryin' shit stop when I'm down below
Shit, I'm on top when you hit that O
Now get that O; that's what the fuck you came here fo'
Now move that body all around like a professional
Damn, shorty's so flexible
We can do it on the highway: I'm talkin' 'bout sex to go
Now, how the fuck we get to Mexico?
Yeah, I bought that house, but now you talkin' 'bout leavin'
You don't wanna do that, girl; it's pleasin' season
Heard your girls told you I'm fuckin' up and that you need to get even
But all you need is me, you don't need them
You know the game; maintain and do ya thing
And tell them bitches worry 'bout they own man
So when they start talkin' like that there
Tell them bitches get the fuck out your ear 'cause you ain't goin' nowhere

[Chorus]

[LaToiya Williams]
What did you do?
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (to me, ha ha)
What did ya do to me? (What did you do to me?)
What did ya do to me? (to me, ha ha)

[Young Buck]
You keep tellin' me I make you sick
But on some real shit, quit, bitch, you love this dick
And even if she did leave because of the way I act
It be's like that; fuck it, she'll be right back
You and I both know, if you and I both go
Our separate ways, one thing's for sho'
If you ever get the nerve to pack your shit and walk up out that do'
You ain't never comin' back no mo'
She ain't goin' nowhere

[Chorus]

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, ANDRE YOUNG, DAVID BROWN, DAVID DARNELL BROWN, MICHAEL C. FLOWERS, MICHAEL FLOWERS