Everytime - K Rino

Everytime they call ya, they want something

They hit ya ‘til your cash is flat

Nothing left to add to that

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

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

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

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

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

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