バイユーFEAT.J.コール(Album Version (Edited)) feat. J. コール

歌詞

One for the paper, two for the money (My girls get money) (Oh, we gonna give it to 'em now baby, hey!) You see this 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'ma walk right by you (Give it to 'em, give it to 'em, go!) I don't know what's goin' on, baby What the hell has gone wrong, baby? Used to take me to dinner Used to take me shoppin', now you askin' me for my paper It's my money, boy, my money I bet you never ever get another dime from me No, you can't use the phone, baby I think you need to get your own Was lookin' 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 Payin' all these bills, the note on my car So I don't need no broke, broke boo tryna holla (Holla) So baby, shut it up 'til you show me dollars, hey One for the paper, two for the money (Money) Brand new bags, new shoes, yeah, I want it (I want it) All my girls, fly girls gettin' money (Money) All my girls, fly girls gettin' money One for the paper, two for the money (Money) Nails did, hair did, yep, yep, I want it (I want it) One for the paper, two for the money (Money) All my girls, fly girls gettin' money \\\\ You want a ride or die chick, baby (Yeah) But you ain't got a whip, baby (Yeah) It ain't gon' happen You don'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 makin' nothin' to eat, baby (Yeah) I think it's time you treat (You treat), baby Was lookin' 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 Payin' all these bills, the note on my car So I don't need no broke, broke boo tryna holla (Holla) So baby, shut it up 'til you show me dollars, hey One for the paper, two for the money (Money) Brand new bags, new shoes, yeah, I want it (I want it) All my girls, fly girls gettin' money (Money) All my girls, fly girls gettin' money One for the paper, two for the money (Money) Nails did, hair did, yep, yep, I want it (I want it) One for the paper, two for the money (Money) All my girls, fly girls gettin' money Cole World I see ya, it's hard not to see ya (damn) Face like Aaliyah and plus a college degree-a Climbin' up the ladder at that full-time job Tell me how the hell you end up with a full-time slob? (Good God) 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 Xbox that you copped for him (Copped for him) Buyou, buyou, how much to try you? (Hey) Ain't sayin' you for sale, but baby, let's be for real Buyou, buyou, shit that I could buy you (Hey) These niggas all the same, either they Ken or Ryu Stringin' you along, allow me to untie you Vitamin D supply you, let them little boys walk by you They frontin' 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 (Money) Brand new bags, new shoes, yeah, I want it (I want it) All my girls, fly girls gettin' money (Money) All my girls, fly girls gettin' money One for the paper, two for the money (Money) Nails did, hair did, yep, yep, I want it (I want it) One for the paper, two for the money (Money) All my girls, fly girls gettin' money Get ya own (Hell no) (Gettin' money) Get ya own (Hell no) (Gettin' money) Get ya own (Hell no) (Gettin' money) I don't need no broke, broke boy tryna holla Get ya own (Hell no) (Gettin' money) Get ya own (Hell no) (Gettin' money) Get ya own (Hell no) (Gettin' money) I don't need no broke, broke boy tryna holla