- Lil’ Kim Buy U Music 歌詞
- Lil’ Kim
- One for the paper and two for the money
We takin no prisoners Black Friday baby Lil Kim Big Mike Big Fendi I dont know whats goin on baby What the hell is goin on baby Used to take me to dinner Used to take me shoppin now you askin me for my paper Its my money boy my money I bet youll never ever get another dime from me No you cant use the phone baby I think you need to get your own Was lookin for a man to hold me down So howd I end up with youuuuuu Yeah baby youuuuuuu And as hard as I try At times it gets hard payin all these bills The note on the car so I dont need No broke broke boy tryin to holla holla So baby shut it up please show me the dollars One for the paper two for the money Brand new bags new shoes yeah I want it All my girls fly girls get money One for the paper two for the money Nails did hair did yup yup I want it One for the paper two for the money All my girls fly girls get money You want a ride or die chick baby But you aint got a whip baby It aint gon happen If you aint got s**t you need a walk or die chick baby Yeah yeah thats funny Dont look my way if you aint got that money And I aint making nothing to eat baby I think its time you treat baby Was looking for a man to hold me down But howd 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 dont 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 Brand new bags new shoes yeah I want it All my girls fly girls getting money All my girls fly girls getting money One for the paper Two for the money Nails did hair did Yup yup I want it One for the paper Two for the money All my girls fly girls Nope I aint checkin for you broke a*s n***az Kim only checkin for the d**e boy n***az No no no Im not a go gold digger Im just tryin to say I got my own lil n***a Six deuce Benz you know the grown folks n***a N ***az like stock they got they own vote n***a No middle man hang your own coat n***a Title to the Ghost no car note n***a Cant pay my rent witcho compliments And I dont need a man with no accomplishments Uh uh no whip no job no credit Me and you is like Alzheimers forget it If you was my sugar Id be diabetic Your game like a old book I already read it Its money on my mind boy and you just a headache I need a man with the full package like FedEx Kim lil b***hes Mafia La Bella Money old like champagne in the cellar Boy you need to split like a cigarella You aint treatin me like a ATM teller So f**k your lil cheese I got my own cheddar So when they make it rain I open up my umbrella Dior glass slippers call me Cinderella Your bank account like these new artists undeveloped One for the paper two for the money Brand new bags new shoesyeah I want it All my girls fly girls get money One for the paper two for the money Nails did hair did yup yup I want it One for the paper two for the money All my girls fly girls get money
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