Lyrics

[Hook] Don't take it personal now but uh I ain't the kind of girl that you thinking of I didn't come to find me a man And going home with you ain't part of the plan Don't take it personal now but you Seem to be a little bit confused I didn't come to find me a man And going home with you ain't part of the plan [Verse 1: Rez] There she stands just a little untypical from the usual suspects Spectators an stunning misses In the middle of the disco tech with in the mist Of the wondering eyes and cigarette kisses Short dresses and money hungry actresses Thug cats buff tats drunk trying to meet A waistline found caressing the beat the baseline thickens Her hair sways to the rhythm she an ex- Vixen with an extensive past expensive her brown skin wrapped In sax fifth ave. her plan get the guy grab the money and dash That was her formal life a material girl how found a spiritual Light and change no longer a slaver to the cocaine and bright chain High fashion but her clothes are just a little less reviling But the dudes in the club are just a little less forgiving Cuz they remember those legs and the way that they seem to glide A bunch of male egos that really need to be pacified So every guy then proceeds with his corny lines Psss. hay ma, me and you need to spend sometime ?????. maybe thinking that They can unwrap this pretty package at the flat But fact is your advances are kinda wack So, there no change for romance She just came here to dance please [Hook] Don't take it personal now but uh I ain't the kind of girl that you thinking of I didn't come to find me a man And going home with you ain't part of the plan Don't take it personal now but you Seem to be a little bit confused I didn't come to find me a man And going home with you ain't part of the plan [Verse 2: Mr J Medeiros] This pretty girl knows the way of the street Plus the way of the world and how to stay on her feet I was like look see she's playing it sweet But you dont know the half till they playing her beat Then your chance to speak is gone Why you think she came to the club with sneakers on Well, she didn't come to drink and giggle She's a b-girl she digs Ken Swift Mr. Wiggles You know, Crazy Legs this lady craves Classic break-beats and dope DJ's But eh, you might have a chance But you most likely won't have this dance Cus breaking wasn't made for two Unless you part of a crew or you battling fools And you already trying to battle the crowd Making your way to the bar saying the music to loud And you should probably check your intention Before you buy her a drink I think I should mention She's kinda that church type so that R&B voice won't work tonight [Bridge] Can you tell me what's your name girl Don't keep playing games girl I know you feel me just the same girl We can fly on my plane girl Let me take you to my house I'll give you my money in large amounts I really wanna spend my life with you Or maybe just an hour or two [Hook] Don't take it personal now but uh I ain't the kind of girl that you thinking of I didn't come to find me a man And going home with you ain't part of the plan Don't take it personal now but you Seem to be a little bit confused I didn't come to find me a man And going home with you ain't part of the plan