Really Don't Want My Love

[Intro - Ms Jade] Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off [Verse 1 - Ms Jade] You had me turned out, as a young buck in a caddy truck Givin' me dough for air maxes and new trackses It was cool when you let me breathe After we finished layin' up, you won't let me leave Damn I'mma adult now, mammi packed up the belts now You all dumb high off the lie, playin' yourself now Fuckin' up my groove, watch my every move Try and get me caught up, makin' up lies that ain't true I can't take this dumb shit, you startin' to irk me Layin' all them rules down like you birth me Shit you the worst B, all try lock me Even got both my next door neighbours watchin' me You gotta problem, somethin' that I can't solve wit ya I'm at the point were we split I will not miss ya I ain't your wife, damn sure ain't your child Trees gettin' to ya head, cuz dumb chick ain't my style [Hook - Missy Elliott] You really don't want my love All you do is smoke up them trees Then you wanna try to tell me what to do Why you wanna put a little hold on me You really don't want my love All you do is smoke up them trees Then you wanna try to tell me what to do Why you wanna put a little hold on me [Verse 2 - Ms Jade] I don't know what's wrong wit you, is you me dude or a detective Try to look at it from your perspective, but I can't You wanna know where I'm goin', who I'm seein' And who I'm meetin', what I'm eatin', what I'm doin' Who I'm screwing, not you cuz I can't stand how you tryin' to run me High all day, plus you don't really even love me Cuz if you did you would let me live, the facts will pop up in your brain That I ain't no kid, and that no man gon' tell me how to breathe Right disease type, smoke cloudin' up your mind sight Think it's time you try again and get your little dust off Bust off, now it's time to take the fuckin' cuffs off Go ahead, smoke laugh and joke wit ya homies But do me a favour, when you sober don't call me I'm finished wit ya, I hope and pray that you ain't bitter Used to have the goods, nowadays you don't deliver [Hook] [Verse 3 - Missy Elliot] You think you got me on lock, cuz when my friends call I don't go But this shit here's gotta stop, you be actin' like I'm on parole Oh why you trippin', why you trippin', cuz I can't take this too long Oh do you call this big pimpin', oh... this is what you call big pimpin' [Hook] [Outro - Ms Jade/ Missy Elliott] Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off You really don't want my love All you do is smoke up them trees Then you wanna try to tell me what to do Why you wanna put a little hold on me You really don't want my love All you do is smoke up them trees Then you wanna try to tell me what to do Why you wanna put a little hold on me