: Cmon, pick up the phone, Shelly
: Hello
: Yeah whatchu doin?
: Sittin here thinking bout you boo
: Oh, yeah?
: What?
: And you was at the club straight freaking
: That wasnt me
: What am I suppose to do
: Whatever
: Im looking through the window, dont you play me
: Hold up! Where you at?
: Baby wont you tell the truth
: I am
: Cuz I aint trippin and I know that nigga been hold-n-you