[Erykah] "Lets See How Ya'll Groove to this"
  "Alright"
  I'm gettin' tired of your shit
  You don't never buy me nothin'
  See Everytime you come around
  You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone
  See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
  See I've been having this on my mind
  For a long time
  I just want it to be
  You and me
  Like It used to be, Baby
  But ya don't know how to act
  So matter of fact
  [Chorus]
  I think ya better call Tyrone
  (Call Him)
  And Tell him come on, Help you get your Shit (Come On, Come on)
  You need to Call Tyrone
  (Call Him)
  And tell him I said come on
  Now everytime I ask you for a little cash
  You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass
  Oh, Well hold up
  Listen partna
  I ain't no cheap thrill
  Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real
  And you know the deal
  Everytime we go somewhere
  I gotta reach down in my purse
  To pay your way and your homeboys way
  And sometimes your cousin's way
  They don't never have to pay
  Don't have no cars
  Hang around in bars
  Try to hang around with stars
  Like Badu
  I'm gon' tell you the truth
  Show and prove
  or get the boot
  I think ya better, (Erykah Badu-He, he he)
  (Call Him)
  And tell him come on
  Help you get your shit
  You need to call Tyrone
  (Call Him)
  [Erykah Badu]"Hold On"
  But ya can't use my phone