Lyrics Gotta Man - Frankee

Gotta Man

At the bar when this six foot star
Came walking my way
He said shorty your looking kinda bored
Do you mind if I stay
My best friend said you gotta talk
'Cause I think he plays for Atlanta Hawks
But I can’t play, maybe someday
But right now I’m okay
I gotta man
(What's that got to do with me?)
I gotta man
(I'm not tryin' to hit at, see)
I gotta man
(What's that got to do with me?)
I gotta man
(I'm not tryin' to hit at)
I gotta man and he may not be a baller
But he’s so good to me
He’s around, pick up every time I call him
And he makes me so happy
See there’s this guy from New York
That I know wanna be with me
Got it all, plenty ends
Plenty friends from my house in Miami
Takes lots of trips, wanted me to go
And then one day I had to let him go
It sounds good and it’s real sweet
But my man’s all I need
I gotta man
(What's that got to do with me?)
I gotta man
(I'm not tryin' to hit at, see)
I gotta man
(What's that got to do with me?)
I gotta man
(I'm not tryin' to hit at)
I gotta man and he may not be a baller
But he’s so good to me
He’s around, pick up every time I call him
And he makes me so happy
I don’t want nobody else plus
He’s perfect for me that’s what’s up
Can’t nobody do it better
No worries and I’m happy
He’s all that I need, all I want
He’s perfect for me that what’s up
Can’t nobody love me better
No worries and I’m happy
I gotta man
(What's that got to do with me?)
I gotta man
(I'm not tryin' to hit at, see)
I gotta man
(What's that got to do with me?)
I gotta man
(I'm not tryin' to hit at)
I gotta man and he may not be a baller
But he’s so good to me
He’s around pick up every time I call him
And he makes me so happy