Flashing. Lights.nnShe don't believe in shooting starsnBut she believes in shoes and carsnWood floors in a new apartmentnCouture from the store's departmentsnnYou more like 'love to start shit'nI'm more of the nTrips to FloridanOrder the hor douvres, view of the water nStraight from a page of your favorite authornnAnd the weather's so breezy nMan, why can't life always be this easy?nShe in the mirror dancing so sleazynI get a call like 'Where are you, geezy?'nnAnd try to hit you with the Ol-Wu-WoptenTill I got flashed by the paparazzinDamn, these niggas got menI hate these niggas more than a NazinnAs I recall, I know you love to show offnBut I never thought that you would take it this farnBut what do I know?n(Flashing lights)nWhat do I know?nnI know it's been a while, sweetheart nWe hardly talked nI was doing my thingnnI know it was foul babynAy, babe, lately you been all on my brainnnAnd if somebody woulda told me a month ago Frontin' though nYo, I wouldn't wanna knownnIf somebody woulda told me a year ago it'll go nget this difficultnnFeeling like Katrina with no FEMAnLike Martin with no GinanLike a flight with no visanFIrst class with the seat back I still see yannIn my past you on the other side of the glassnOf my memory's museumnnI'm just saying, hey Mona LisanCome home you know you can't Rome without CaesarnnAs I recall, I know you love to show offnBut I never thought that you would take it this farnWhat do I know?n(Flashing lights)nwhat do I knownnAs you recall, you know I love to show offnBut you never thought that I would take it this farnWhat do you know?n(Flashing lights)nWhat do you know?