By You Lyrics

Featuring: Lil' KimOne for the paper, two for the money

Hot girls get money?

Oh we gonna give it to them now baby

You see this what I like to call 'Buy' You music

Cuz you better buy you better buy you a car

You better buy you a phone

And you better buy somewhere to stay

Or I'ma walk right by you

I don't know what's going on, baby

What the hell is going wrong, baby

Used to take me to dinner, used to take me shopping

Now you're asking me for my paper

It's my money, Boy my money

I bet you'll never ever get another dime for me

No you can't use the phone, baby

I think you need to get your own

Was looking for a man to hold me down

So how did I end up with you, yeah, with you

And as hard as I try

Sometimes it get's hard paying all these bills

The note on the car

So I don't need no broke, broke boy tryin to holla

So baby shut it up til show me the dollas, hey

One for the paper, two for the money

Brand new bags, new shoes yet 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 getting money

You wanna ride or die chick baby

But you ain't got a whip baby

It ain't gonna happen

If you don't got shit you need to rock with that chck

Yeah, yeah it's funny.

Don't look my way if you ain't got that money

And I'm making nothing to eat baby

I think its time it's your treat

Was looking for a man to hold me down

So how did I end up with you, yeah, with you

And as hard as I try

Sometimes it get's hard paying all these bills

The note on the car

So I don't need no broke, broke boy tryin to holla

So baby shut it up til show me the dollas

One for the paper, two for the money

Brand new bags, new shoes yet 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 getting money

Nope I ain't check for ya broke ass niggas

Kim only checkin for dope boy nigs

No, no, no, I'm not a gold, gold digger

I'm jus tryin to say I got my own nigga

Six deuce hand, ya know grown folks niggas

Niggas like Scott, they got their own boat niggas

No middle man, have your own coke nigga

Entitled to the ghost, no cardinal nigga

Cant pay my rent your with compliments

And I don't need a man with no accomplishments

No whip, no job, no credit

Me and you is like old timers, forget it

If you was my sugar, I'd be diabetic

Ya game like an old book I got already read it

It's money on my mind boy and you just a headache

I need a man with a full package like FedEx

Kim little bitches, Mafia the bella

Money old like champagne in the cellar

Boy you need to split like a cigarella

You ain't treating me like an ATM teller

So f..ck your little cheese, I got my own cheddar

So when they make it rain, I open up my umbrella

Dior glass slippers, call me Cinderella

Ya bank account like these new artist, undeveloped

One for the paper, two for the money

Brand new bags, new shoes yet 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 getting money

Get your own, get money

Get your own, get money

Get your own, get money

Need no broke, broke boy tryin to holla

So get your own, get your own, money

So get your own, get your own, money

So get your own, get your own, money

Need no broke, broke boy tryin to holla