Get None - Tamar Braxton, Jermaine Dupri, Amil

Mr. First Class Baller

I’ve got a few things to say to you

Right now you’re getting on my nerves

With your tricking bad habit issues

Now I’m sure if I was see through

No doubt I would be laced up

But I gotta 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 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

Stop 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

I won’t be no ho and just drop my clothes

And all the silly things 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, don’t cross the line

Until I really know, oh

I’ve seen your type before

You think you got so much game

Money is everything and that’s all you need to be happy

And soon you’re gonna see

That’s not how it should be

Until that day, boy you get nothing

Okay if it’s going like that

Let it go like this

Why you all up in the corner with me drinking my Cris

Straight laughing, talking, leading me on

Huh?

No that was your ass reading me wrong

Now ma, come on, you act like I’m the broke type

You can’t be serious

What?

Acting like I’m the ho type

Just cause you tricked a little dope tonight

That don’t mean you’re taking me home tonight

Shit is that right?

That’s right!

Get your act tight

And press your brakes, put on your back lights

But what you saying, I’m playing

And I ain’t gon' get it

I’m the man girl look at how quick I got your digits

Hold that’s just my pager

I know that I’m saying

But if you know that you know I ain’t got to call you back

Poppin' Cris all night like I’mma fall for that (uh-huh)

You need more that to pull a baller’s act nigga (turn it up)

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 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

Stop trying to use cash to get you some ass

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