Baby, I done come home to my things on the lawn again.
I don't know how many times I gotta tell you where I been.
How many times will I say I love you before you believe it?
Oh, I'm getting tired of being sick and tired- when I say I love you, I mean it.

If I was in the streets doin dirt, you'd prolly believe me
But girl, I'm at work- you know I'm doin my thing
Now, you tellin me not to come home?!

Baby, let me get a word in before you throw out my TV.
I ain't been nowhere, not out with the fellas, and I ain't got no other playthings.
I'm on my grown man, trying to keep my lady laced in the finer things.
So girl, act like you got some home-training- come out here and help me pick up these things.

If I was in the streets doin dirt, you’d prolly believe me
but girl, I’m at work- you know I’m doin my thing
Now, you tellin me not to come home

We got these nice things cuz I work for it.
You're in a clean ride- paperwork's legit.
And mama, I'm tired of coming home to this bullshit.