Keri Hilson

Keri Hilson - Buyou lyrics

rate me

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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