No More
How am I supposed to
Make up some words
Make up the words to tell you
That I want you or I need you
When you don't listen to a word that I say
How am I supposed to
Tell you that I want you or I need you
You used to call me on the phone
But you don't even do that no more
You don't even put in effort no more
Why you being so cold I don't even know you no more
No more, no more
When you come up to me, gotta act nice
If you finna do something crazy, better think twice
Twice, girl I know you got time on your hands, girl
I know you got time on your hands
You want a job and I got one for you
Money ain't a problem when you with me
Money ain't a problem when you with me
You can get whatever you want when you see me
Woah, got some work in your city, finna get right
Get paid with how I look, that's how I look like
Woah, do you want me to say that I miss you
Woah, I can say that these hoes ain't hitting like you
Oh girl, why is it that your pride so big
No, they ain't, no, they ain't
You can't listen to a nigga
You can't say what you did
Oh, you knew that you were wrong
Oh, you knew that you were wrong
All along
You been playing these games
Even your friends see it
And they been telling me things
She been telling me things, things, things
Make up some words
Make up the words to tell you
That I want you or I need you
When you don't listen to a word that I say
How am I supposed to
Tell you that I want you or I need you
You used to call me on the phone
But you don't even do that no more
You don't even put in effort no more
Why you being so cold I don't even know you no more
No more, no more
When you come up to me, gotta act nice
If you finna do something crazy, better think twice
Twice, girl I know you got time on your hands, girl
I know you got time on your hands
You want a job and I got one for you
Money ain't a problem when you with me
Money ain't a problem when you with me
You can get whatever you want when you see me
Woah, got some work in your city, finna get right
Get paid with how I look, that's how I look like
Woah, do you want me to say that I miss you
Woah, I can say that these hoes ain't hitting like you
Oh girl, why is it that your pride so big
No, they ain't, no, they ain't
You can't listen to a nigga
You can't say what you did
Oh, you knew that you were wrong
Oh, you knew that you were wrong
All along
You been playing these games
Even your friends see it
And they been telling me things
She been telling me things, things, things
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Ceasar
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