She's gettin' ghetto up in here (x2)  Whoa, whoa, whoa...     She be like, "One mississippi, two mississippi STOP!"   Backed up, you roll then you drop  Like I said before, he's my man  What part of that conversation don't you understand?  Whoa, whoa, whoa!  (She's gonna get ghetto up in here)    The gloves gonna come off, grease up my face, put you in your place  I didn't wanna scrap, 'poppin all that yap when ya gotta fall back now    CHORUS:  Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me  It's gonna get pretty  Leave me alone and go on by the way  'stop blowing up his cellphone'    When you had him, you mistreated him  Now I found him and I'm feedin' him  And he's happy, there's no drama  So you can save those high notes for the opera.    BRIDGE:  Cause I ain't givin him up,I'm lovin him up  Me and him every night, drinkin' from the same cup  They say you don't know a good thing 'til it's gone  And now he landed in my arms    She be like, "one Mississippi two Mississippi rock!"    Backed up, you roll, then you drop  Like I said before, he's my man.   What part of that conversation don't you understand?  Whoa, whoa, whoa...   (She's gonna get ghetto up in here)    The gloves commin' off, grease up my face, put you in your place  Didn't want to scrap, poppin' on the cap when ya gotta fall back now    CHORUS  Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me  It's gonna get pretty.  Leave me alone and go on by the way, 'stop blowing up his cellphone'    Took advantage of his kindess  Didn't appreciate his sweetness  Now I'm present, you're the past  Ain't my fault what y'all had didn't last    BRIDGE    See, I wanna kill the confusion  (Girl, there ain't no confusion)  I want you to know it's me he's lovin'  (You know it's you I'm lovin')  I'm even thinking about having his children    So, I think you should go find yourself a new boy  This ship done sailed a long time ago!    RAP  Have you ever been in a party, droppin' your sexy and bottles  Came flyin' in your direction? Turned around saw two kitty-cats fightin'?   Tried to play the good samaritin, now your face is scratchin.  They're gettin' pretty, pretty, gettin' ? ? Someone call security bout to be an outbreak  Stillettos comin' off, white tee commin' off  When the cops break it down half the party's in my loft    The gloves gonna come off, grease up my face, put you in your place  Whoa, whoa, whoa...    CHORUS  Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me  It's gonna get pretty.  Leave me alone and go on by the way, 'stop blowing up his cellphone    Uh, uh, don't make me ghetto.