Sick of being lonely

Little shawty, we used to be on the phone all day Talkin' to the sunshine shinin' on my bald head Now today seem strange No call on my celly, no name on my caller ID Callin' you up and ya OGs sayin' you ain't home What's really goin' on? I wanna know So gimme a call and let's play no games I'm playin', you want the plane Don't point a finger over herre I bought you a fur coat for your birthday And this the things I get shorty? Over there you starin' mad That I went out with them other chicks I told you they ain't shit! They were just some buddies from high school that I went to Where my old homies wanted me to kick it to 'em But I called you up but you wasn't home Baby girl when you get this message, gimme a call I'll be waitin' at home