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