I'm gettin' tired of your shit

You don't never buy me nothin'

See everytime you come around

You got to bring Jim,James,Paul,and Tyrone

See why can't we be by ourselves sometimes

See I've been havin' this on my mind for a long time

I just want it to be,you and me

Like it used to be,baby

But 'cha don't know how to act

So matter fact



I think you'd better call Tyrone

(Call him)

And tell him come on help you get your shit

(Come on,Come on,Come on)

You need to call Tyrone

(Call him)

And tell him,I said come on



Now every time I ask you for a little cash

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

Oh!Whoa!

Now hold up,listen partner I ain't no cheap thrill

Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real

You now the deal,nigga

Everytime we go somewhere,I gotta reach down in my purse

To pay your way and your homeboy's way

And sometimes your cousin's way

They don't never have to pay

Don't have no cars

Hang around in bars

Trina hang around with stars

Like Badu Ima tell you the truth

Show the oooh

Or get the boot



I think you'd better call Tyrone

(Call him)

And tell him come on help you get your shit

(Come on,Come on,Come on)

You need to call Tyrone

(Call him)

Hold on....

But you can't use my phone