Ou best believe
Everyday I get the same ol' thang
All kind of brothers comin' up to me
With silly lines that can make you sick
Oh they need to quit

Don't get me wrong I like attention too
But do they really have to act a fool
Cuz' they see a lady lookin' good
Please admit

Is it my hips, my lips?
My eyes, my thighs?
My chest, my hair?
Is it my big ol' - hey!

In a limousine, fancy cars, bling bling bling
Even if you're standing 6 foot 3
Or 3 feet tall with no teeth
Have respect for me
Try conversation please
Before you try to put your hands on me
When will they ever learn there's more to me that T&A on this Pyt
Daddy please

Is it my hips, my lips?
My eyes, my thighs?
My chest, my hair?
Is it my big ol' - hey!

And you acting like you don't know
Why some brothers always lose control
When you wearing them hip-high jeans
With ya thong out baby please,
Let a player speak and don't ya start to tweak
You got the body that can make men weak
So when you walk around in "do me" clothes, like them "Videhoes",
Girl ya need to know
That all I'm lookin' at is

Your hips, your lips
Your eyes, your thighs
Your chest, your hair
Your big ol' - hey!

Sexy underwear, I see
Ooh and you know I love your hips
Something about your thighs
It's driving me crazy
Is that all you see?