Buyou
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