Call me the god given name my motha gave me
Call me and COME CORRECT
Don’t call me tellin me bout shit I could care less about
Don’t call me tellin me he cheatin again
Don’t call me askin to borrow twenty dollas cause I aint got it to give and if I did it’s mine
What you want what’s mine for?
See that’s why we don’t talk cause you don’t call me askin bout my day/
You just want sumthin and I don’t got nothin to give/
What’s mine is mine.
And for me alone.
Don’t bring that shit round here. So next time you call come correct
Call me and say Lex, how you been doin?/
Tell me you miss me and love me but don’t call and ask for a damn thing/
Cause what’s mine is mine.
