verse
Sitting court side (court side) to the game she play
I'm chilling most times, but I blame the DJ
She the dark-skin chick with the light-skin crew
Her pretty face and 'em high heel shoes
Got love for them niggas, we got love for you too (I know)
See, my car's out there, and your girls inside
Stop tripping, we just going for a ride
Find my niggas if they tryna leave too, e-either way (yeah)
chorus
Why you letting them think for you when you a grown ass woman?
Why you letting them think for you when you a grown ass woman?
Why they doing the thinking for you? (You gotta tell me somethin')
No, why they doing the thinking for ya? Tell me, baby
verse
She wants drop tops, hair blowing in the wind
Must be the liquor 'cause it's place she never been
"Oh, and pour it up," she said
"Oh, and pour it up," she said
She tryna leave with me, tryna leave with her
But she with her friends, yeah, handful of girls, goddamn
Homie, she fly, blowing grams
I'm tree high, she fly like G-5
chorus
Why you letting them think for you when you a grown ass woman?
Why you letting them think for you when you a grown ass woman?
Why they doing the thinking for you? (Yeah)
No, no, no, baby, no, no, no, yeah-yeah
bridge
Still bumpin' Aaliyah, baby
And you rockin' with a G now, baby
Baby, no games at all, no (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Writer(s): Christopher Brian Bridges, Mary J. Blige, Terius Youngdell Nash, De Jion Madison