By You Lyrics

One 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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/by-you-lyrics-keri-hilson.html ] 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 fuck 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