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KERI HILSON lyrics : "Buyou"

featuring Lil Kim

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 Ima walk right by you
I dont know whats going on, baby? What the hell is going on, baby?
Used to take me to dinner, used to take me shopping

Now youre asking me for my paper
Its my money, ' my money, I bet youll never ever get a dime for me
No you cant use the phone, baby

I think you need, get your own

Theres something going man holding down

So how did I end up with you? You
And thats how ' has a car, time ' hard, paying all these bills
' my car, so I dont need no broke boy trying to hide '


One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it


All my girls flag girls getting money X 2


One for the paper, two for the money
Girls ' give all you want it


One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls flag girls getting money


You wanna ride with that chick baby?
But you aint got a whip baby
Yeah, it aint gotta happen ' dont got %#@! you need to break with that chick baby

Yeah, money, dont look my way if you ain't got that money
And Im making ' baby
Take the time its your treat


Theres something going man holding down
So how did I end up with you? You

And thats how ' has a car, time ' hard, paying all these bills
' my car, so I dont need no broke boy trying to hide '


One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it
One for the paper, two for the money

All my girls flag girls getting money
All my girls flag girls getting money
One for the paper, two for the money

Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls flag girls getting money


'broke $$# !@$@s
Him only check you for the '

No, no, no, I'm not a gold digger
'
You know the .. !@$@s

no middle man, 'your own !@%!e !@$@
'And I don't need a man with no accomplishments
No wit, no job, no 'forget it

If he was my sugar, Id be diabetic
But the old book got already readed
Its money on my mind boy and you just have it

'
Money old like champagne in the cellar
Boy you need to spit like a '

You aint treating me like an atm teller
So $#&@ your little cheese, I got my old cedar
So when they make it raid I hope I got my umbrella.

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