My man was steady stacking chips, riding in the classy whips
Livin everyday like his birthday.....and how's my door with a doorman,
But it seems that your man, forgot what you need in the worse way.
Is to be loved. From the top of your head, down to your pretty pedicured toes. Oh oh
You wanna be loved. Its the thing that last long after all the money comes and goes - money comes and goes.
What profit a man to gain the whole wide world and lose his girl - lose his girl?
If I was your man, I'd do all that I can to keep you girl. What profit a man?
Lately when he took you out, mostly all he talked about, were things that meant little to you - you babe. Hollywood had him gone. He forgot what turned you on, almost as if he never knew you.
You need to be loved. From deep inside of your mind, down to the depths of your soul. Oh
You wanna be loved. You see love last long after all the money comes and goes. Money comes and go. Ohh
What profit a man? To Gain. To Lose. Hey, it means nothing in life unless I got you.
If I was your man, I'd do all that I can to keep you girl. Yeah, I'd do all I can.
What profit a man - To get these materials things, and turn around and lose your Queen
The one who was there, riding for you when it was all just a dream
How you gonna get brand new, with the only girl who ever loved you. Ever. Loved you.
What profit a man - whole, whole wide - Hey, I'd rather not lose you baby. If I was... I would do everything - just to - keep you.
What profit a man, to gain the whole wide world and lose his girl? I'd rather lose everything than lose you baby. If I was your man, I'd do all that I can, to keep you - just to keep you. What profit a man.
Writer(s): Michael C. Flowers
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