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