Keri Hilson - Buyou (feat. J. Cole) lyrics

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Keri Hilson - Buyou (feat. J. Cole) lyrics

One for the paper, two for the money My girls get money You see this what I like to call Buyou 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 wrong, 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 for 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? Yeah, with you As as hard as I try, sometimes it gets hard payin all these bills A note on my car So I don't need no broke, broke boy tryin to holla So baby shut it up until you show me dollas One for the paper, two for the money Brand new bag, new shoes yeah I want it All my girls fly girls getting money (X2) 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-a-die chick baby? But you ain't got a whip baby Yeah, it ain't gotta happen You don't got sh** you need to walk with dat chick, baby Yeah, yeah, that's funny Don't look my way if you ain't got that money And I ain't making nothin to eat, baby I think it's time you treat, baby Was looking for a man to hold me down So how did I end up with you? Yeah, with you And as hard as I try, sometimes it gets hard payin all these bills A note on my car So I don't need no broke, broke boy tryin to holla So baby shut it up til you show me dollas One for the paper, two for the money Brand new bag, new shoes yeah I want it All my girls fly girls getting money (X2) 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 an 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 a** 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 lets be for real Buyou, buyou, sh** that I can buy you These n***as all the same, either Ken or Ryu 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 (X2) 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...