Don't Call

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I swear that girl ain't got no soul

She's used to being all alone, yeah

She's never picking up her phone

There ain't no point in tryna call her

No wonder how she get so cold

'Cause she been married to the pole, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

She's never picking up her phone

There ain't no point in tryna call her

Girl, you know I can't be mad at you

I hit the strip and blow a bag on you (A bag on you)

They hating on you 'cause they can't relate (No, they can't)

And you don't pay no mind to what they say

You get the ones and then you bag it up (Yeah, yeah)

Your mama kicked you out, she had enough

Ain't got nowhere to go, come stay with me

Girl, spend the night, yeah, come and lay with me (Yeah)

But when I wake up, she is gone

She's used to being all alone (All alone)

She's never picking up her phone

There ain't no point in tryna call

They wonder how she get so cold

'Cause she done seen it all before (Before)

She's never picking up her phone

There ain't no point in tryna call (So don't call her, yeah, yeah, yeah)