Keri Hilson - Buyou Lyrics

One for the paper, two for the money
Girls get money?...
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'm a 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 asking 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

was looking for a man to hold me down
So how did I end up with you? ya, with you. and as hard as i try sometimes it gets hard paying all these bills, the note on the car so I don’t need no broke broke boy tryna holla
so baby shut it up til you show me dollars

One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, new shoes yeah 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 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 gotta happen... you don't got shit you need a walk or die chick baby
Yeah, yeah thats funny don't look my way if you ain't got that money
and I aint making nothing to eat baby
I think it’s time you treat me

Was looking for a man to hold me down
but how’d I end up with you?
yeah, baby, you
and as hard as I try sometimes it gets hard paying all these bills
the note on the car
so I don’t need no broke broke boy tryna holla
so baby shut it up til you show me dollars

One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, new shoes yeah 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 yep yep I want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls fly girls getting money

[J. Cole]
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
how the hell you end up with a full time slob
I mean you been a ride or 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
aint saying you for sale but baby lets be for real
buyou, buyou, shit that I can buy you
these n-ggas 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 bag, new shoes yeah 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 yep yep 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…



 

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