You want to call me up, but I don't give fuck
I don't got nothing to say to you
Maybe if I ignore you knocking at my door
Don't even know what for, know what for; know what for
If you'd have told me that every time you called me baby; you'd be lying
I'd rather be alone, I'll call your mama and I'll tell her what you did
'Cause let's be honest, we know how this gon go
You want to call me up, but I don't give fuck
I don't got nothing to say to you, but when you pull my hair
You really take me there, I'm always running back, running back
Running back to you, you, you, running back to you
You tell me that I'm yours, but I've heard that before
I'm not the only one; of this I'm sure, of this I'm sure
But if you want me then you got me, I be down on all fours
Baby, I'm yours and I'm running back to you
You, you, you, running back to you, you; to you