Buyou

One for the paper Two for the 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, it's my paper, boy my money Bet you never get 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 some dollars 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 aint got a whip baby It aint gon happen If you aint got shit you need a walk or die chick baby Yeah yeah that's funny Don't look my way if you aint got that money And I aint 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 some dollars I see ya, it's hard not to see ya Face like Aaliyah 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 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 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 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 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...