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Buyou

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

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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