Buyou lyrics

One for the paper

two for the money

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 some where to stay

or I'mma walk right by you

I don't know whats 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, it's my paper, boy my money

bet you never 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

[Hook]

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

gap yeah I want it

One for the paper

two for the money

all my girls, fly girls getting money

You want a ride or die chick baby

but you ain't got a whip baby

it ain't gon happen

if you ain't got shit you need a walk or die chick baby

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

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

[Hook]

[J. Cole]

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

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 cop 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 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

[Hook]

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...

• Artist:Keri Hilson
• Album:No Boys Allowed (2010)