No girl, my man
He don't have a million dollars in his hand
And he don't have a eighty thousand-dollar Benz
But he does for me not like all the majority
(Who)
Don't have a three story plushed-out pad?
Living on a hill even if he drove a cab
I would ride with him and he would still be my boyfriend
(Neva)
Neva owned a drop top or any diamond rings
Don't ride no yachts and those expensive things
Neva seen a big mansion and no private planes
But he has my heart
Neva slept in a Four Seasons suite in France
And he doesn't have any high rolling friends
But he has his twenty-inch chromed-out rims
To add to my heart
No, my man don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine to five to make ends meet
But faithfully, steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go
No, my man don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine to five to make ends meet
But faithfully, steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go nowhere
Love him from head to toe
And he spends quality time with me though
And he plays ball on the weekend with his folks
And he rubs my feet when I get off from work
Sometimes we fight and have arguments from time to time
But when we make up it feels so right
[ Isyss Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] 'Cause he is for me and I am here for him, oh, baby
Neva owned a drop top or any diamond rings
Don't ride no yachts and those expensive things
Neva seen a big mansion and no private planes
But he has my heart
Neva slept in a Four Seasons suite in France
And he doesn't have any high rolling friends
But he has his twenty-inch chromed-out rims
To add to my heart
No, my man, don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine to five to make ends meet
But faithfully steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go
No, my man, don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine to five to make ends meet
But faithfully steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go nowhere
I'm satisfied and so content, stayin' here with my man
I have no need to search for a new, I got a man
I'm overjoyed when folks see me out there
With him, so happily, I feel complete
Together for the rest of our lives
No, my man, don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine to five to make ends meet
But faithfully, steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go
No, my man don't drive any Bentleys
Works a nine to five to make ends meet
But faithfully, steadily going to places
I'm not lettin' him go nowhere
No girl, my man
He don't have a million dollars in his hand
And he don't have a eighty thousand-dollar Benz
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