I swear that girl ain’t got no soul
She’s used to being all alone
She’s never picking up her phone
There ain’t no point in tryna call
No wonder how she get so cold
‘Cause she been married to the pole
She’s never picking up her phone
There ain’t no point in tryna call

Girl you know I can’t be mad at you
I hit the strip and blow a bag on you
They hating on you ‘cause they can’t relate
And you don’t pay no mind to what they say
You get the ones and then you bag it up
Your mama kicked you out, she had enough
Ain’t got nowhere to go, come stay with me
Girl spend the night, yeah come and lay with me

But when I wake up she is gone
She’s used to being all alone
She’s never picking up her phone
There ain’t no point in tryna call
They wonder how she get so cold
‘Cause she done seen it all before
She’s never picking up her phone
There ain’t no point in tryna call