[Verse 1]
Am Dm
I’m gettin’ tired of your shit
F Am Dm F
You don’t never buy me nothin’
Am Dm
See everytime you come around
F Am Dm F
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone
Am Dm F
See why can’t we be by ourselves, sometimes
Am Dm F
See I’ve been having this on my mind for a long time
Am Dm F
I just want it to be you and me like it used to be, baby
Am Dm
But ya don’t know how to act
F
So matter of fact

[Chorus]
Am Dm F
I think ya better call Tyrone
Am Dm F
Tell him come on, help you get your shit
Am Dm F
You better call Tyrone
Am Dm F
And tell him come on

[Verse 2]
Am Dm
Everytime we go somewhere
F
I gotta reach down in my purse
Am Dm
To pay your way and your homeboys way
F
And sometimes your cousin’s way
Am Dm
They don’t never have to pay, don’t have no cars
F
Hang around in bars try to hang around with stars
Am Dm
Like Badu I’m gon’ tell you the truth
F
Better show ‘em proof

[Chorus]
Am Dm F
I think ya better call Tyrone
Am Dm F
Tell him come on, help you get your shit
Am Dm F
You better call Tyrone
Am Dm F
But you can’t use my phone…