Buyou Lyrics

Featuring: J. Cole

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
and 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 from 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'd 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 tryna holla
So baby shut it up til you show me dollas, aye!

One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bags, 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
It ain't gon' happen.
You don't got shit 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 tryna holla
So baby shut it up til you show me dollas, aye! One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bags, 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 and 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 x-box that you got for him
buyou, buyou, how much to try you
ain't saying you for sale but baby lets be for real
buyou, buyou, shit that I can buy you
these niggas all the same, either Ken or Ryu
stringing you along allow me to untie you
vitamin D supply you
let them lil 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 bags, 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..

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