Buyou

Album: No Boys Allowed (2010)
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  • One for the paper, two for the money
    My girls get money?
    (Oh we gon' give it to 'em now baby, hey)

    You see this what I like about?
    Buy you music, cause you better buy you a car,
    You better buy you a phone
    You better buy somewhere to stay or I'ma walk right by you

    I don't know what's going on baby?
    What the hell is going wrong baby?
    Used to take me to dinner,
    Used to take me shopping
    Now you're asking me for my paper
    It's my money, boy my money,
    Bet'chya never ever get another dime from me
    No you can't use the phone baby
    I think you need, get your own

    Was looking for a man to hold me down
    But how'd did I end up with you? Yeah, with you
    And as hard as I try,
    Sometimes it gets hard,
    Paying all these bills
    The note on my car,
    So I don't need no broke broke boy trying to holla
    So baby shut it up please show me dollars hey!

    One for the paper, two for the money
    Brand new bags, new shoes yea I want it
    All my girls fly girls getting money
    All my girls fly girls getting money
    One for the paper, two for the money
    Nails did hair did, yup yup I want it
    One for the paper, two for the money
    All my girls fly girls getting money

    You wanna ride or die chick baby?
    But you ain't got a whip baby
    Yeah, it ain't gotta happen
    Don't got shit you need a walk or die chick baby yeah
    Yeah, yeah, thats funny
    Don't look my way if you ain't got that money
    And I'm making nothin' to eat baby
    I think its time you treat baby

    Was looking for a man to hold me down
    But how'd did I end up with you? Yeah, with you
    And as hard as I try,
    Sometimes it gets hard,
    Paying all these bills
    The note on my car,
    So I don't need no broke broke boy trying to holla
    So baby shut it up please show me dollars hey!

    One for the paper, two for the money
    Brand new bags, new shoes yea I want it
    All my girls fly girls getting money
    All my girls fly girls getting money
    One for the paper, two for the money
    Nails did hair did, yup yup I want it
    One for the paper, two for the money
    All my girls fly girls getting money

    Yeah
    Col' world!
    I see ya,
    It's hard not to see ya
    Face like Aaliyah
    And plus a college degree-ah
    Climbing up the ladder at that full time job
    Tell me how the hell you end up with a full time slob (good God)
    I mean you been a ride a die for him
    Paid for the dinner and the movie and the popcorn
    How you figure it's gon' last, he just sit up on his ass
    And play that damn x-box that you cop for him
    Buyou, buyou, how much to try you
    Ain't saying you for sale but baby lets be for real
    Buyou, buyou, shit that I can buy you
    These niggas all the same, either they can't ari' you
    Stringing you along allow me to untie you
    Vitamin D supply you
    Let them little boys walk by you
    They fronting cause they broke
    But the numbers don't lie
    If they swear they so fly tell me why they never fly you

    One for the paper, two for the money
    Brand new bags, new shoes yea I want it
    All my girls fly girls getting money
    All my girls fly girls getting money
    One for the paper, two for the money
    Nails did hair did, yup yup I want it
    One for the paper, two for the money
    All my girls fly girls getting money

    Get ya own (getting money)
    Get ya own (getting money)
    Get ya own (getting money)
    I don't need no broke broke boy tryna holla

    Get ya own (getting money)
    Get ya own (getting money)
    Get ya own (getting money)
    I don't need no broke broke boy tryna holla, holla, holla Writer/s: BRANDON GREEN, JAMAL JONES, JERMAINE COLE, KERI HILSON, MATTHEW BURNETTE, MATTHEW SAMUELS
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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