Really Don’t Want My Love Ms. Jade (Ft. Missy Elliott)

[Intro: Lyn Collins sample]
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

[Chorus: 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