[Chorus]
Everytime they call ya, they want something
They hit ya ‘til your cash is flat
Nothing left to add to that

[Verse 1]
I’ma be real with it, I don’t see how you still kick it
They don’t see you as a friend, they see you as a meal ticket
When they call, you already know they ‘bout to go live
They either need some money, a place to stay or a ride
Soon as you answer the phone, they ready to mash ya
Especially when they start with “Man, I sure hate to ask ya”
And then they start beggin’ hard as hell
You said you didn’t wanna ask, fool, I can’t tell
You straight roachin’, man, don’t act like you wasn’t
You ain’t said how ya been, how your mama doin’ or nothing
You just went in, dropping that sad story in fact
All that's missin’ is a violin playin’ in the back
What’s real crazy, you ain’t heard from this cat in so long
That you ain’t recognize the number when it came on your phone
You took a chance, now you’re dealing with something you didn’t plan
And now you’re mad at yourself, saying, “I knew I shouldn’t'a answered ‘cause

[Chorus]
Everytime they call ya, they want something
They bleed ya ‘til your cash is flat
Nothing else to add to that
Everytime they call ya, they want something
They bleed ya ‘til your cash is flat
Ain’t nothing else to add to that

[Verse 2]
Whenever they hit you now, you duckin’
They leave a message sayin’, “Boy, you should a hard man to get in touch with”
Yeah you right, I can’t rock with you, brotha
‘cause I ain’t takin’ care of you, homie, I’m not your mother
They’ll pop up at your crib, yeah they just that raw
Got you hiding in your house like you duckin’ the law
They’ll ask you for anything you got under the sun
Talkin’ ‘bout “Let me use your car, I need to make a few runs”
Boy, I almost told you something, man, this ain’t no bluff
People with nothing have no problems tearing up yo stuff
And when you ask about your money and them giving it back
They be like, “That was months ago, you still trippin’ on that?”
Don’t let ‘em come up, they get so fly that it ain’t even funny
“Man, you blowin’ up my phone over that punk ass money?”
See you was cryin’ when you borrowed it, I’m tellin’ your secret
You sure right, since it’s like that, you’re good, you can keep it
It’s like

[Chorus]
Everytime they call ya, they want something
They bleed ya ‘til your cash is flat
Nothing else to add to that
Everytime they call ya, they want something
They bleed ya ‘til your cash is flat
Ain’t nothing else to add to that

[Verse 3]
Stop lettin’ ‘em put your bank account to regular use
I hate when people use their children as a begging excuse
“I gotta get junior some school clothes and don’t know how”
You got two hundred dollar tennis shoes on right now
It’s like they know that they a roach and they just tryna provoke
You ain’t heard from ‘em since the last time they was broke
He asked for some gas money, yeah I showed him some love
But it wasn’t to go to work, he tryna go to the club
It’s a bum at the corner store that’s always after me
I paid him so much it’s like I got him on salary
Any users that I ever knew I left them dudes
You owe me, why you asking me to help you move?
You got the messy kind, let me know if this type fit 'em
They start beefin' and expect you to come fight with 'em
No sir, no ma'am, you hopin' they leave you alone
And when you block 'em, they just call you from a whole other phone because

[Chorus]
Everytime they call ya, they want something
They bleed ya ‘til your cash is flat
Nothing else to add to that
Everytime they call ya, they want something
They bleed ya ‘til your cash is flat
Ain’t nothing else to add to that