Polow Da Don - Buyou lyrics

[Intro - Keri Hilson - talking] 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 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'm a walk right by you (Give it to 'em, give it to 'em, go!) [Verse 1 - Keri Hilson] I don't know what's goin on baby What the hell has gone 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 I bet you never, ever get another dime from me No you can't use the phone baby I think you need to get your own [Break - Keri Hilson] - w/ ad libs 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 my car So I don't need no broke, broke boy tryin to holla (holla) So baby shut it up 'til you show me dollars, hey [Hook - Keri Hilson] - w/ ad libs 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 gettin money (money) All my girls, fly girls gettin money One for the paper, two for the money (money) Nails did, hair did, yep, yep I want it (I want it) One for the paper, two for the money (money) All my girls, fly girls gettin money [Verse 2 - Keri Hilson] 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 sh**, 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 makin nothin to eat baby (yeah) I think it's time you treat (you treat), baby [Break] - w/ ad libs [Hook] [Verse 3 - J. Cole] Hey, hey, hey, yeeeeeah, Cole World I see ya, it's hard not to see ya (damn) Face like Aaliyah and plus a college degree a Climbin up the ladder at that full-time job Tell me how the hell you end up with a full-time slob? (good God) 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 a** And play that damn Xbox that you copped for him (copped for him) Buyou, buyou, how much to try you? (hey) Ain't sayin you for sale but baby let's be for real Buyou, buyou, sh** that I could buy you (hey) These n***as all the same, either they Ken 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? [Hook] - w/ ad libs [Outro - Keri Hilson] - 2X Get ya own [hell no] (gettin money) Get ya own [hell no] (gettin money) Get ya own [hell no] (gettin money) I don't need no broke, broke boy tryin to holla