Who You Gonna Call Lyrics - Missy Elliott

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 

Cause 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 

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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 

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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!