Buyou (feat. J Cole)

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