Get None

You can go home run your phone bill up, run your cell phone up

You don't get none

You can page me all you want but I won't call right back

Naw naw you won't get none

You can buy me diamonds, nice trips on the beach

But you still don't get none

Trying to use cash to get you some ass

Face the facts, nigga, you ain't gonna get none

Mr. First class baller

I got a few thangs to say to you

Right now you're getting on my

With your trickin' bad habit issues

I'm sure if I was with you

No doubt I would be laced up

But I got a term paper due

Don't get it confused

My mind is on other things not you

You can go home run your phone bill up, run your cell phone up

You don't get none

You can page me all you want but I won't call right back

Naw naw you won't get none

You can buy me diamonds, nice trips on the beach

But you still don't get none

Trying to use cash to get you some ass

Face the facts, nigga, you ain't gonna get none

I ain't a part time lover

There's a couple things I just don't do

Won't be no hoe, just drop my clothes

All those silly things that you're used to

So if you stepping then approach me like a lady

Or there is no me at all

I take my time, won't cross the line

Until I really know

I've seen you're type before

You think you got so much game

Money is everything

And that's all I need to be happy

But it don't mean a thing

Soon you're gonna see

That's not how it should be

Until that day boy get nothing

Okay if it's going like that let it go like this

Why you all up in the comer with me drinking my Cris?

Straight laughing, talking, leading me on

Huh, no that was your ass reading me wrong

Now, come on, you act like I am the broke type

Can't be serious

What

You acting like I'm the hoe type

Just cause you tricked a little doe tonight

That don't mean your taking me home tonight

Shit, Is that right?

That's right, get your rap tight

Press your brakes, put off your back lights

What you sayin?

I'm playin. and I ain't gonna get get it?

Huh, I'm the man girl, look how quick I got your digits

Oh, that's just my pager

I know that, but I'm saying

Well, if you know that then you know I ain't gotta call back

Poppin' Cris all night

Like I'm gonna fall for that

You need more than that to pull a ballers act

You can go home run your phone bill up, run your cell phone up

You don't get none

You can page me all you want but I won't call right back

Naw naw you won't get none

You can buy me diamonds, nice trips on the beach

But you still don't get none

Trying to use cash to get you some ass

Face the facts, nigga, you ain't gonna get none