Tyrone 2021 - Ty Dolla $ign, Big Sean

Look, bro, I told you that that girl ain’t shit

When you met her, she ain’t even have a whip (Whip)

I seen her walkin' up the street the other day

I bust a U and then I went the other way

She want a whole lot and she a broke ho

Her credit fucked up and she don’t own nothin'

My nigga, if I was you, I’d change my phone number

And have a bitch answer for me like, «Wrong number»

That girl a problem, pshh

Extra like her mama, pshh

Always in some drama

But, damn, y’all got a daughter, I know this shit ain’t easy, just

Take it from me, dawg, just cut your losses

That’s why you fuck then cut 'em off before they stalkers

Now that you really wanna leave and shake her off

She gon' chase all your new bitches off

'Cause girls like that, they be nothin' but trouble

Girls like that, they be up to no good

Girls like that always up in the club

Been with some girls like that, prolly more than I should

She singing

Call Tyrone (Yeah), call him

But you can’t use my phone (Woah, woah, yeah)

(Brrt, brrt, hello?)

You, you the type to talk in front of your honor, dishonest (Woah)

For extra child support, made me out to be a monster (You's a)

All the shit I wasted on you, time and commas (Damn)

You don’t act like you my girl no more, you act like you my mama

And I’d never date my mama, that’s fuckin' disgusting (Ew)

But that’s how I feel every single time you touch me (Damn)

I feel like you lying when you ask me, «Do you trust me?»

(Do you trust me?)

So I said, «Not to cuff you,» now we talk about custody

Man, you holdin' me back, knives to the back (Damn)

I don’t even know how to react, I wish I could Wite you out

You gon' make me go Kodak Black, you had me on tap just like an app (Woah, woah,

woah)

Turned around and stunted my growth (No), and I can’t adapt to that habitat

Look, look, wonderin' where’d your soul go, with you, that’s a no-go (No)

Yeah, I’m not happy as I look inside our photos (Look)

Thought you was my type, but you not even the proto (No way)

With you, nah, I’d rather be solo with no hoes

'Cause girls like that, they be nothin' but trouble

Girls like that, they be up to no good

Girls like that always up in the club

Been with some girls like that, prolly more than I should

She singing

Call Tyrone, call him

But you can’t use my phone