[Prelude]
So I was at the club last night and this girl walked up to me, and she said
"Baby, you wanna dance?"
And I was like
"Yeah, but let me get f**ed up first."
So I smoked the rest of the blunt with her, and we danced, and we sat down and talked sh** for a while
... and I'm thinkin' I dig this b**h
But then she gets up and she says
"I gots to go. But here's my number, so call me. Maybe."
And I stood up and I said:
[Verse]
What kinda ign'nt sh** is this? Playin' brothers hit or miss
If you ain't makin up your mind, I ain't takin up my time
Call Me Maybe what the f**? n***a you ran out of luck
I'm an old school brother / you don't call, f** your mother
It don't make no f**ing sense, acting like you on the fence
Bush's cousin ain't that dense
How you gonna leave the club right before we fall in love?
Call Me Maybe, what the f**? n***a you ran out of luck
What you think I'm gonna do? Call you cryin' cause I'm blue?
Girl, motha-fu*k you
[Interlude]
...but you gotta remember we were still high, so, she was just like
"Boy, I wasn't tryin' to start some sh**, I was just sayin' you can call me if you want to"
[Verse]
Call me maybe? f** me maybe? Sorry I was busy, baby
You don't f**in' know the drill / Eat drink, smoke, f**, pop a pill
Then shoot the n***a in the grill
That's the sh** I'm talkin' 'bout / if you's a b**h that goes all out
In ya p**y, On ya face / You ain't got no time to waste
I'mma ask you: yes or no? / Should I call you, stupid ho?
Call Me Maybe, what the f**? n***a you ran out of luck
What you think I'm gonna do? Call you cryin' cause I'm blue?
Girl, motha-fu*k you