Foolish Ways - 9th Prince

You don’t know nothing 'bout me

How you just coming at me with your game

Just you wait and see, boy

One day you’re just so nice and sweet

And then just wanna play me

Check yourself 'Cause you ain’t all you seem to be

Aiyo forever my lady, hold me down with the .380

Love is shitty but it’s all gravy baby

Caramel complexion is crazy, opposite of lazy

Swing low on the daisy, only if my honeycomb blaze me

Stop breaking my balls, 9th Prince stands tall

Always there when you call before you walked out of court

You broke my gold album, snapped it on the wall

Girlfriends' jealous, praying for our downfall

Spending nights out of state wearing Victoria Secret Lingerie Reminisced about

our first day

We made love, off old school Kay Slay mixtapes

Even though we fight you never change a heart of my shipmate

Baby girl holding weight like Trina, Jewellery shopping in Medina with the Nina,

charged with a misdemeanor

More cleaner than Cleopatra, tell me have you seen her?

Ballet classes in the arena like ballerina

I really fiend for her body, spending dollars like Bill Cosby

Keeping you happy is my hobby

But still you say I’m sloppy

If love was a crime you’d be charged with heart robbery

Holiday Inn, platinum skins, you my best friend

We a combination like juice and gin, Mercedes Benz

I’m about to blow like wind, copped a big house on the low

Out in Gaten Island, baby boo you wilding

You think you can catch up to me

My power is your destiny

It’s my game, I’m gonna make you see

Boy you don’t know nothing 'bout me

So you won’t be coming at me

With your fool ways, you hear me when I say

9th Prince used to be a heartbreaker, now I’m the Undertaker

Baby girl keep getting paper, one day we’ll be making love in the skyscraper

My Foolish Ways made you a hater

Found phone numbers from Octavia and Fantasia

Caught my holding hands with A’isha

Your little sister blew me up like Skytel pager

Calling me out my name like the ____

Every man is a dog, it ain’t the same, like P.R., who’s to blame?

Love is like crack cocaine, get addicted to the wicked games

Crafted into the hall of shame

With your birthday how you want it, Kawasaki or Mazurati?

Never could stand you dancing with other brothers in parties

You made me jealous hanging with the Goodfellas

Ain’t nothing no one could tell us, big as the secret lovers

Long hair, brown skin like Donna Summers

Baby girl you’re my Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman