Sat down on a Sunset street.
I'm looking fit, but gosh don't I know it.
J.E.A.L.O.U.S.Y is what I got to deal with it,
So I know all the shit, but talk is so cheap.
It's all over my street.
Wise up, your messing with the wrong girl.
Wise up, who you talking to?
Skies up, baby that's my limit,
Tell it to your mamma
I got better things to do.
You think you know me, that's too sweet.
You think you can touch me through a magazine.
Your J.E.A.L.O.U.S, and that's what got you in this mess,
Let me whisper in your ear, there's something you got to here.
Wise up, your messing with the wrong girl.
Wise up, who you talking to?
Skies up, baby that's my limit,
Tell it to your mamma
I got better things to do.
Check your friends
Check your head
Didn't think I'd find out what you said.
Wise up, your messing with the wrong girl.
Wise up, who you talking to?
Skies up, baby that's my limit,
Tell it to your mamma
I got better things to do.
Wise up, I forgot to mention
Wise up, you better pay attention
Skies up, got to got to got to tell it to your mamma
I've got better things to do.