Pick it up, pick it up
Relax, dawg. (Hello?, Hello?)
[Boyfriend]Pick it up, you don? be picking up the phone when I? around lately
when I? around all the time lately and all that shit, man. Shit going to your
head and all that- don? forget where the f*ck you came from.
[Eve & (Boyfriend)]
Yeah, nigga and not from you, relax.
(You know what?)
(We gonna have to talk about this later?)
(Whispers) He on his period, yo. (Huh, nah, I?a hit you back, I?a hit you
back, I?a hit you right back. Aight, yeah)
What you say, what you say, what you say? Who that you talking all
crazy on the phone to- who was that?
Oh my god! Why is you trippin? Damn we go through this every f*cking night!
What do you mean very night you don't pick up the phone sometimes,
you hiding and shit.
Who was that on the phone?
Dog, I a busy woman!
You ? busy ever since you can back from California you all
Hollywood and shit, Diva shit and all that. Every time I gotta go through all
of this with you! You ain't been acting like that!
Nigga is you for real No that you! You acting like a girl, dog.
Why is you acting like a broad?
Hold on, hold on first of all, watch your mouth.
Talking all crazy and everything like I?
acting nigga give you a little extra attention,
you start acting like a nigga stressing you and all that too much.
You know what? Keep your attention, dawg please! I get enough attention.
Oh, keep my attention? See all that shit
Yeah! And in a matter of fact- Roll out!-acapo
Written by: DAVID STYLES, JAY JACKSON
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