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Keri Hilson
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Buyou
Lyricist:M (?) Burnett, J (?) Cole, (undetermined) Green, M. Samuels
One for the paper, two for the money My girls get money
You see this is what I like to call buyou music 'Cause you better buy you a car You better buy you a phone And you better buy you some where to stay Or I'mma 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 asking me for my paper
It's my money, boy, my money Bet you never get ever another dime from me No, you can't use the phone, baby Think you need to get your own
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, aye
One for the paper, two for the money Brand new bags, 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, gap, yeah, I want it One for the paper, two for the money All my girls, fly girls getting money
You want a ride or die chick baby But you ain't got a whip baby It ain't gon' happen, you ain't got shit You need a walk or die chick, baby, yeah
Yeah, yeah, that's funny Don't look my way if you ain't got that money And I ain't making nothing to eat baby I think it's time you treat, baby
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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, aye
One for the paper, two for the money Brand new bags, 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, gap, yeah, I want it One for the paper, two for the money All my girls, fly girls getting money
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?
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, let's be for real Buyou, buyou, shit that I can buy you These two are 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, 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, gap, yeah, 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
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