Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get None, artist - Tamar Braxton. Album song Tamar, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Get None |
| 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 |