Get None lyrics

Tamar

[JD] 
Turn it up, uh, uh, uh-uh, naw, naw 

[Amil] 
Just cause you tricked a little dope tonight 
That don’t mean you’re taking me home tonight 
Just cause you tricked a little dope tonight 
That don’t mean you’re taking me home tonight 

[Tamar] 
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 with you 
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 

[1] - You can go home, run your phone bill up 
Dial your cell phone 
But you don’t get none 
You can page me all you want but I won't call back 
Oh no 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 

[Tamar] 
I ain’t a part-time lover 
There’s a couple things I just don’t do 
I won’t be no hoe, just drop my clothes 
And all the silly things you’re used to 

So if you stepping, approach me like a lady 
Or there is no me at all 
I take my time, won't cross the line 
Until I really know, oh no 
I’ve seen your type before 
You think you got so much game 
Money is everything and that’s all I need to be happy 
Soon you’re gonna see 
That’s not how it should be 
Until that day, boy you get nothing 

[JD] 
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 

[Amil] 
Huh? No that was your ass reading me wrong 

[JD] 
Now ma, come on, you act like I’m the broke type 
You can’t be serious 

[Amil] 
What? Acting like I’m the hoe type 
Just cause you tricked a little dope tonight 
That don’t mean that you taking me home tonight 

[JD] 
Shit is that right? 

[Amil] 
That’s right, get your act tight 
And press your brakes, put on your back lights 

[JD] 
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 

[Amil] 
Oh, that’s just my pager 

[JD] 
I know that, but I’m saying 

[Amil] 
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) 

[Repeat 1 until fade]