Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... (Yeah) (Verse 1:) If they gleam in the sun and they shine while they spin and they fit on my truck then {I could remember} And if it came in a sack No stems, no seeds in the bag then {I could remember} And if it dripped from my wrist And it looked it shined light blue then {I could remember} But oh, girl I forgot to be your lover If it wasn't for the 9 to 5 Double up over time {I could remember} If it wasn't for the Sunday All-Star Weekend games, girl {I could remember} And if it wasn't the dough Getting fifty G's a show, girl you know that, {I could remember} But silly, me, silly me, oh Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover (Bridge:) Now I realize that you need love too (Oh, yeah) Spend my life makin' up to you Oh, girl Oh, I forgot to be your lover (Chorus:) When she starts bringin' up old girls And the fights keep getting worse (Oh, brother) Findin' numbers in her purse Better put that woman first (Yeah) And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, no) And she starts playin' little games Comin' in home late from work You better put that woman first (Verse 2:) If it wasn't for the make up on my shirt Still I'd be chasin' skirts and {I could remember} And if it wasn't for that fight last night And you smashin' out my headlights then {I could remember} If it wasn't for parol Steady duckin' my P.O., girl, you know {I could remember} But silly me, silly me, babe Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover (Bridge:) Now I realize that you need love too Spend my life makin' up to you Oh, girl Oh, I forgot to be your lover (Chorus:) When she starts bringin' up old dirt (Bringin' up old s***) And the fights keep getting worse (Oh...oh...oh...oh...) Findin' numbers in her purse (I'm tellin' you, brother) Better put that woman first (You better put your woman first) And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, yeah) And she starts playin' little games (I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm tellin' you, brother) Comin' in home late from work You better put that woman first (Put that woman first) (Breakdown:) {So many times} Actin' like it really wasn't nothin' {So many ways} thought to myself, always runnin' {So many games} All that I sin {So many words} I need you to stay {Always came first} Even though sometimes felt like second {Came down to love} You know I had to learn a lesson {Spendin' some time} Put in some work {And for better or worse} Always put that woman first (Chorus:) When she starts bringin' up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse (Gettin' worse) Findin' numbers in her purse (In her purse) Better put that woman first (Put that woman first) And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Ooh, yeah) And she starts playin' little games (Her little games) Comin' in home late from work (I'mma say it again) You better put that woman first (Put that woman first) (Chorus:) When she starts bringin' up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse (She's gonna leave you) Findin' numbers in her purse Better put that woman first (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And she starts playin' little games (Yeah, yeah) Comin' in home late from work You better put that woman first
Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... (Yeah) (Verse 1:) If they gleam in the sun and they shine while they spin and they fit on my truck then {I could remember} And if it came in a sack No stems, no seeds in the bag then {I could remember} And if it dripped from my wrist And it looked it shined light blue then {I could remember} But oh, girl I forgot to be your lover If it wasn't for the 9 to 5 Double up over time {I could remember} If it wasn't for the Sunday All-Star Weekend games, girl {I could remember} And if it wasn't the dough Getting fifty G's a show, girl you know that, {I could remember} But silly, me, silly me, oh Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover (Bridge:) Now I realize that you need love too (Oh, yeah) Spend my life makin' up to you Oh, girl Oh, I forgot to be your lover (Chorus:) When she starts bringin' up old girls And the fights keep getting worse (Oh, brother) Findin' numbers in her purse Better put that woman first (Yeah) And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, no) And she starts playin' little games Comin' in home late from work You better put that woman first (Verse 2:) If it wasn't for the make up on my shirt Still I'd be chasin' skirts and {I could remember} And if it wasn't for that fight last night And you smashin' out my headlights then {I could remember} If it wasn't for parol Steady duckin' my P.O., girl, you know {I could remember} But silly me, silly me, babe Tell me how could I ever forget to be your lover (Bridge:) Now I realize that you need love too Spend my life makin' up to you Oh, girl Oh, I forgot to be your lover (Chorus:) When she starts bringin' up old dirt (Bringin' up old s***) And the fights keep getting worse (Oh...oh...oh...oh...) Findin' numbers in her purse (I'm tellin' you, brother) Better put that woman first (You better put your woman first) And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Oh, yeah) And she starts playin' little games (I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm tellin' you, brother) Comin' in home late from work You better put that woman first (Put that woman first) (Breakdown:) {So many times} Actin' like it really wasn't nothin' {So many ways} thought to myself, always runnin' {So many games} All that I sin {So many words} I need you to stay {Always came first} Even though sometimes felt like second {Came down to love} You know I had to learn a lesson {Spendin' some time} Put in some work {And for better or worse} Always put that woman first (Chorus:) When she starts bringin' up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse (Gettin' worse) Findin' numbers in her purse (In her purse) Better put that woman first (Put that woman first) And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Ooh, yeah) And she starts playin' little games (Her little games) Comin' in home late from work (I'mma say it again) You better put that woman first (Put that woman first) (Chorus:) When she starts bringin' up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse (She's gonna leave you) Findin' numbers in her purse Better put that woman first (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And you notice she ain't wearin' her ring (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And she starts playin' little games (Yeah, yeah) Comin' in home late from work You better put that woman first
