Keri Hilson - Buy you Lyrics

One for the paper, two for the money
Girls get money? Oh we gonna give it to 'em now baby

You see this what I like to call..
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 on, baby?
Used to take me to dinner, used to take me shopping
Now you’re askin' me for my paper
It’s my money, boy my money, I bet you’ll never ever get another dime from me
No you can’t use the phone, baby
I think you need to get your own

Chorus:
Was looking for a man to hold me down
So how'd I end up with you? Yeah with you
And as hard as i try sometimes it gets hard paying all these bills
To own on my car, so I don’t need no broke broke boy trying to holla
so, baby shut it up 'till you show me dollars
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bags, new shoes yea I want it
All my girls fly girls getting money X 2
One for the paper, two for the money
Nails did, Hair did, yep, yep 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 gonna happen
so don’t got shit you need to rock with that chick baby
Yeah, yeah it's fine
don’t look my way if you ain’t got that money
And I’m making underneath baby
Take the time it’s your treat

Chorus:
Was looking for a man to hold me down
So how'd I end up with you? Yeah with you
And as hard as i try sometimes it gets hard paying all these bills
To own on my car, so I don’t need no broke broke boy trying to holla
so, baby shut it up 'till you show me dollars
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bags, new shoes, yea I want it
All my girls fly girls getting money X 2
One for the paper, two for the money
Nails did, Hair did, yep, yep I want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls fly girls getting money


Nope, I ain't checkin for you broke ass niggers
Kim only checkin' for the dope boy niggs
No, no, no, I’m not a go-gold digger
I trust i got my own dolla' nigger
Six two .. kung fu's niggers
... they got they own ?? nigger
no middle man, have your own coke nigger
tighted to the ghost, no cut no nigger
can't pay my rent with your compliments
And i don't need a man with no accomplishments
na aha
No wit, no job, no credit
Me and you is like Alzheimer's, forget it
If he was my sugar, I’d be diabetic
If like an old book i've already read it
It’s money on my mind boy and you just don't have it
i need a man with the whole package
Like FedEx
Kim all bitches mafia on a bella
Money old like champagne in the cella'
Boy you need to spit like a cigarella
You ain’t cheating me like an atm tella'
So fuck your little cheese, I got my old cheddar
So when they make it rain I open up my umbrella
Teora glass slippers call me Cinderella
Your bank account like these new artists undeveloped


One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bags, new shoes yet I want it
All my girls fly girls getting money X 2
One for the paper, two for the money
Nails did, Hair did, yep, yep I want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls fly girls getting money

Get your own, getting money X 3
Need no broke broke boy trying to holla
So, get your own, get your own money
Get your own, get your own money X 2
Need no broke broke boy trying to holla


Thanks to jj. for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to KIMnMINAJfan242 for correcting these lyrics
 

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