Tyrone

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
 Tryna hang around with stars
 Like Badu Ima tell you the truth
 Show improve
 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