Tyrone

I'm gettin' tired of your shit

You don't never buy me nothin'

See every time you come around

You gotta bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone

See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes

See I've 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 don't 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, 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 naw, but turn right around and ask me for some ass

Oh, whoa well hold up, listen partner I ain't no cheap thrill

Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real and you know the deal, nigga!

Every time we go somewhere I gotta reach down in my purse

To pay your way and your homeboys' way and sometimes your cousin's way

They don't never have to pay, don't have no cars

Hang around in bars try to hang around with stars

Like Badu Imma tell you the truth

Show and prove or get the boot

I think ya better (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