[Verse 1]
 She was a little red Corvette, fast as [bad word]  turned heads on the set
 Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough 
 Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,
 This particular evening she wanted to ride jets
 Even though I now shawty was bad news, I played it cool
 Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes
 Misreading signals, attachment issues,
 Getting way too into the grip of the [bad word] lips
 Got homies searching for relationships,
 She not tryna hear my type of [bad word]  She ran a story to me over grape juice and ciroc sips
 Married to a doctor, cuddle master
 Don’t f-ck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her
 On the low, she f-cking his partners, feel her boys inside her
 Cause she weren’t f-cking with a rider
 [bad word] 
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck

[Verse 2]
 From talking it out to the parking lot
 From the parking lot to my safe house
 Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City
 Most [bad word] aint ready
 But Shawty aint tripping, she was living already
 My f-ck game impressive so [bad word] back steady.
 The [bad word]  while heavy I can carry it
 Cant get too far I mean this isnt marriage [bad word]  She roll doobies as I paddle shift
 We f-ck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy
 And then we smash again, she talking about him
 How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the [bad word]  Bout how if she could, she a tell a [bad word] everything to get it off her chest
 But she don’t want see him, man,
 Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad
 She got dressed and left in a flash
 But she saying she be back!
 [bad word] 
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck

[Verse 3]
 Couple days roll by, Shawty callin’ askin’ if I have time
 To put a couple in the air I was like, yeah
 We could fly ? theres plenty over here
 She fell through like always
 We broke it down in the hallway
 She bossed her way back she dont crawl her way
 Her body designed Frank Cartier
 Say something talking heavy on her heart today
 Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away
 Cause her feelings [bad word] into play
 Affecting her home life in all kinda ways
 Her man askin her whats wrong she don’t know what to say,
 But she do got a union to save
 But she in love with the lust that we’ve made
 She had far too much she could say
 That f-cking me was a perfect mistake
 [bad word] 
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
 He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
 She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck