Chrisette Michele - Good GirlLyrics

What can really make a man? No gold or money clips And, honey, dips don't make a brother, no, no, don't make a brother golden What can really make a man? Is he really real? Let me let you know the deal, what, what, what? (What?) What makes a man golden (What?) Is not what he's holdin' (What?) I'm passed all his dough and (What?) And how fly his clothes is (When?) When brothers impress us (When?) Attraction's just natural (When?) Just good conversation (When?) Ain't got to be packin', no [Bridge:] Simple love money can't buy Simple love's hard to come by I don't need no sugar daddy I could be ya sugar mommy [Chorus x 2] I'm a good girl Ain't to many good girls No, ain't too many good girls (Who) got they own dough (Who) got they own flow (Who) ain't looking for sugar no more Simple love's hard to come by I'm just trying to live my life, and I'm (Trying to be a lady Brothers, holler at me If you love a lady who don't Need a sugar daddy) (Where) a man puts his time in (Where) you usually find him (Where) 'cause that's what his heart is (Where) so he's steady grindin' (Why) oh, why do my sisters (Why) steady find misters (Why) who swear what they give us (Why) is better than quality time? [Bridge] [Chorus x 2] I'm a lady, and I'm hard to find I'm just living my life, and I'm (Trying to be a lady Brothers, holler at me If you love a lady who don't Need a sugar daddy) When a brother try to get the goodies With the blinged-out chain, let me hear you say "Hey! I'm a sugar momma." When a sugar daddy tried to get the digits With the same old game, holler back "Hey! I'm a good girl." If ya gotcha own dough Yeah, ya got ya own money Let a brother know "Hey! I'm a sugar momma." If ya gotcha own whip, and ya money ain't funny Ladies let 'em know "Hey! I'm a good girl." I'm a lady, and I'm hard to find I'm just living my life, and I'm (Trying to be a lady Brothers, holler at me If you love a lady who don't Need a sugar daddy) [Chorus x 2] Simple love's hard to come by I'm just living my life, and I'm (Trying to be a lady Brothers, holler at me If you love a lady who don't Need a sugar daddy) Let me just let you know that if you see me walking down the street, You better hurry up and say something 'cause I bet you a dollar twenty-five The next guy who comes my way has got something to say. And you know I'm a stop; I'm just tryin' to be a lady.