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   'Cuz 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