im getting tired of your shit, you dont never buy me nothing...

Im gettin tired of your shit

You dont never buy me nothin

See everytime you come around

You got to bring jim, james, paul, & tyrone

See why cant we be by ourselves, sometimes

See Ive been having this on my mind

For a long time

I just want it to be

You and me

Like it used to be, baby

But ya dont know how to act

So matter of fact

 

I think ya better call tyrone

(call him)

And tell him come on, help you get your shit (come on, come on)

 

You need to call tyrone

(call him)

And tell him I said come on

 

Now everytime I ask you for a little cash

You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass

Oh, well hold up

Listen partna

I aint no cheap thrill

Cause miss badu is always comin for real

And you know the deal

 

Everytime we go somewhere

I gotta reach down in my purse

To pay your way and your homeboys way

And sometimes your cousins way

 

They dont never have to pay

Dont have no cars

Hang around in bars

Try to hang around with stars

Like badu

Im gon tell you the truth

Showing groove

Or get the boot

 

I think ya better,

(call him)

And tell him come on

Help you get your shit

 

You need to call tyron

(call him)

 

hold on...call him...

 

...But ya cant use my phone

 

Done