Elliott Missy Who You Gonna Call Lyrics

Who You Gonna Call Lyrics

Any Give Sunday baby

 Oww! Yo, yo, yo

 Oh zigi-zigi

 Zig-zigi-zig-zig, oh oh

 Zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi:

 

 Oh you 'pose to be the man now

 Cause you got cars, you got houses

 You got yachts, you got diamonds

 You got it all

 Oh you livin' large right, heh

 Well let me ask one thing

 When you go broke

 When you go broke

 I bet those same friends yo don't mess with you no more

 Here we go uh

 

 I was there when no one knew your name

 I was there when you blew up, got large

 And had all the fame

 Now look how you do, uh

 I was there when everything had changed

 You think you the shit

 Big star on top of your game

 

 Now who you gonna call

 When nothing's right

 Will you call when your ass go broke?

 Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?

 And you ain't that hot no more

 Now who you gonna call

 When nothing's right

 Will you call when your ass go broke?

 Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?

 And you ain't that hot no more

 

 Uh I was there when you was hooked on weed

 I gave you dough, mo dough

 You don't know to supply your need

 What's it gon' be (uh)

 I was there I was the air you breathe

 Until you became a big star

 No need for me

 

 Now who you gonna call

 When nothing's right

 Will you call when your ass go broke?

 Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?

 And you ain't that hot no more

 Now who you gonna call

 When nothing's right

 Will you call when your ass go broke?

 Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?

 And you ain't that hot no more

 

 Uh do you

 Call when you fall boy

 Call when you ain't got boy

 They don't wanna roll with you

 They don't think you hot boy

 What happened to you boy?

 You are just a no-boy

 Now you have no joy

 Here we go

 

 What happened to your Benz man?

 What happened to your rocks?

 Six shots that you pop in your bitches man

 Now your name is like shit stink

 You let the fame maintain

 You done blew out your brains man

 What happened to your diamond rings?

 You bling-bling every time a nigga switch a lane

 Beep, beep to your feet man

 You's a jeep man

 With no friends and no game man

 There he is, uh

 

 When nothing's right

 Will you call when your ass go broke?

 Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?

 And you ain't that hot no more

 Now who you gonna call

 When nothing's right

 Will you call when your ass go broke?

 Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?

 And you ain't that hot no more

 

 Call, yo, who you gonna call, uh

 Yo who you gonna call when your ass go broke

 Them same friends who don't fuck wit you no more

 Who you gonna call, yo who you gon, who you gonna call

 Who, who you gonna call, who, who you gonna call

 Heh-heh, where all your friends now?

 Where your homies now?

 When you was on top of your game

 Everybody wanted to hang around, huh

 Heh, heh but now that your ass gone broke

 Your same friends don't want to fuck wit' you no more

 Who you gonna call huh?

 You better understand reality baby

 Never let the fame blow your brain, heh

 Yo, yo, yo, oh-zigi-zigi

 Never let the fame blow your brain

 Yo, yo, yo zigi-zigi-oh

 Never let the fame blow your brain

 Here we go, uh

 And my choir sing, heh

 Yo, uh, let the orchestra, and the violins

 And the trumpets, yo, yo, oh shit, owww!