Buyou (feat. J Cole)

One for the paper

Two for the money

(Fly girls gettin' 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 goin' on, baby

What the hell is goin' wrong, baby?

Used to take me to dinner

Used to take me shoppin'

Now you askin' me for my paper

It's my money, 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

(No)

Was lookin' 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 payin' all these bills

The note on the car lease

Oh, I don't need no broke-broke, boy try'na holla, holla

Baby, shut it up, please show me dollars, hey

One for the paper

Two for the money

Money

Brand new bags, new shoes, yeah I want it

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

Yep, yep, I want it

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

You don'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 nuttin' 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, with you

And, as hard as I try

Sometimes it gets hard paying all these bills

The note on the car lease

Oh, I don't need no broke-broke boy tryna holla, holla

Baby, shut it up, please show me dollars, hey

One for the paper

Two for the money

Money

Brand new bags, new shoes, yeah I want it

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

Yep, yep, I want it

Want it

One for the paper

Two for the money

(Hey)

All my girls, fly girls getting money

(Yeah)

Well, 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-or-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

(Cop for him)

Buyou, buyou, how much to try you?

Ain't sayin' you for sale, but baby lets be for real

Buyou, buyou, sh** that I can buy you

These n***** all the same, either Akin or Ryu

Stringin' you along, allow me to untie you

Vitamin D supply you

Let them little boys walk by you

They frontin' 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

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

Yep, yep, I want it

Want it

One for the paper

Two for the money

Money

All my girls, fly girls getting money

Get ya own

Hell, no

Gettin' money

Get ya own

Hell, no

You needin' money

Get ya own

Hell, no

Gettin' money

I don't need no broke-broke boy tryna holla, holla

Get ya own

(Hell, no)

Gettin' money

Get ya own

(Hell, no)

You needin' money

Get ya own

(Hell, no)

Gettin' money

I don't need no broke-broke boy tryna holla, holla, holla, holla