Uploaded October 2020 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
2000
Lyrics:
Back at 'cha, check that
We gon' make you, we gon' make you, we gon' make you dance
We gon' make you, we gon' make you, make you clap your hands
We gon' make you, we gon' make you, we gon' make you dance
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
I'm telling you, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
Now ladies, let this be your guide
If somebody is telling you lies
Promising trips and first-class flights
And you don't ever leave
Just tell him "n- please"
Where's all the ice and platinum things?
That you talk about in your game
I guess you sold your point-six range
To buy the house that I never seen
Now you know that it's just a shame
That you gotta throw lies in your game
When there's no future
And fronting all the things that you wish you had
At least lie on some other thing
So this way you won't have to explain
That you're a loser
And I'll never be the one to play your silly games
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
I'm telling you, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
What happened to your platinum crest?
Never even saw the ice out there
And tell me, where's the drop Benz coupe?
With the 3 TVs and the DVD
You talk about your summer spa
But it's probably just the Marriott
With all the lies your game was tight
But all that frontin' can't get you by
Now you know that it's just a shame
That you gotta throw lies in your game
When there's no future
And fronting all the things that you wish you had
At least lie on some other thing
So this way you won't have to explain
That you're a loser
And I'll never be the one to play your silly games
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
I'm telling you, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
[x4]
2000
Lyrics:
Back at 'cha, check that
We gon' make you, we gon' make you, we gon' make you dance
We gon' make you, we gon' make you, make you clap your hands
We gon' make you, we gon' make you, we gon' make you dance
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
I'm telling you, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
Now ladies, let this be your guide
If somebody is telling you lies
Promising trips and first-class flights
And you don't ever leave
Just tell him "n- please"
Where's all the ice and platinum things?
That you talk about in your game
I guess you sold your point-six range
To buy the house that I never seen
Now you know that it's just a shame
That you gotta throw lies in your game
When there's no future
And fronting all the things that you wish you had
At least lie on some other thing
So this way you won't have to explain
That you're a loser
And I'll never be the one to play your silly games
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
I'm telling you, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
What happened to your platinum crest?
Never even saw the ice out there
And tell me, where's the drop Benz coupe?
With the 3 TVs and the DVD
You talk about your summer spa
But it's probably just the Marriott
With all the lies your game was tight
But all that frontin' can't get you by
Now you know that it's just a shame
That you gotta throw lies in your game
When there's no future
And fronting all the things that you wish you had
At least lie on some other thing
So this way you won't have to explain
That you're a loser
And I'll never be the one to play your silly games
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
I'm telling you, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh
These are all the things I heard before
I don't need to hear you fantasize no more
Because your promises you can't afford
[x4]

