Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buyou , by - Keri Hilson. Song from the album No Boys Allowed, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2009
Record label: Interscope, Mosley
Song language: English
Buyou |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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… |