Keri Hilson

Keri Hilson - Buy you lyrics

rate me

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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