Buyou

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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 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 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 asking me for my paper
 It's my money, boy my money
 I bet you'll never ever 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, 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 getting money (money)
 All my girls, fly girls getting money
 One for the paper, two for the money (money)
 Nails did, hair did, Gap, yep I want it (I want it)
 One for the paper, two for the money (money)
 All my girls, fly girls getting money
 You want a ride or die chick, baby (yeah)
 But you ain't got a whip, baby (yeah)
 It ain't gon' happen
 If 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 (yeah)
 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
 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 getting money (money)
 All my girls, fly girls getting money
 One for the paper, two for the money (money)
 Nails did, hair did, Gap, yep I want it (I want it) (hey, hey)
 One for the paper, two for the money (money) (hey)
 All my girls, fly girls getting money (Cole world)
 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
 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 Xbox 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, sh- that I can buy you
 These n- all 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 (money)
 Brand-new bags, new shoes, yeah I want it (I want it)
 All my girls, fly girls getting money (money)
 All my girls, fly girls getting money
 One for the paper, two for the money (money)
 Nails did, hair did, Gap, yep I want it (I want it)
 One for the paper, two for the money (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
 

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04:19
Tempo
86 BPM

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