So What

He's always in the club
But you don't be hearin' that about your love
He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up, find somebody else

So what, so what
He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks

But you're my boyfriend, you've always been here for me
And they say, he think he's slick
He's always in the club
He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard
So what, so what
They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that
Drama from your momma, mean mug from your brothers
I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp
And they say he think he's slick
You let it go in one ear and out the other

He's always in the club
They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that

But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me
They wouldn't mind tradin' places
And they say he think he's slick

So what, so what
He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
Break up never, they just jealous
But all of it's fiction none of it's facts
So don't listen to that vine of grapes there
Some people don't like it 'cause you hang out in the streets
They said I done this, they said I done that
She miserable, she just want you to be

So what, so what
He ain't nothing but a thug
He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks
Ladies and gentlemen, Ciara
Like her misery needs company
So what, so what
This love is serious, no matter what people think
Her like missin' is a type of affection you get
Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend
He's been locked up, find somebody else

But you're my boyfriend, you've always been here for me
I like the thug in you, no matter what people think

He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks
I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover
He's always in trouble and I heard
Why you stress this high school mess?
Nothing but liars hatin' I bet
They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that
See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard
You just blind to the facts

They hate to see you doin' better than them, so
He ain't nothing but a thug
Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin'
And they say I'm a, I'm a, I'm a freak

He ain't nothing but a thug
With you by my side in my Mercedes

I got a different girl every day of the week
Here we go

I'm grindin' for real
He ain't nothing but a thug
You too smart, you'd be a dummy to believe
I, I been to jail
The he say, she say, they say, I heard
That stuff that you heard, that they say about me

He's been locked up, find somebody else
Yield to the blindness, apply your suspicion

I'm gon' be here for you and I don't care what they say
I'm gon' be here for you and I don't care what they say
Some people don't like it 'cause you hang out in the streets
So what, that's your cousin, that don't mean nuthin'
So what, so what
He's always in trouble and I heard

And they say he think he's slick
He do a little of this, he do a little of that
He's been locked up, find somebody else
He's always in trouble and I heard

He's always in trouble and I heard
He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard
The beef ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves
So what, so what