Im gettin tired of your s___
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

(chorus)

I think ya better call tyrone
(call him)
And tell him come on, help you get your s___ (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 a__
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, (erykah badu-he, he he)
(call him)
And tell him come on
Help you get your s___

You need to call tyron
(call him)
Erykah badu-hold on
But ya cant use my phone

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