One for the paper, two for the money
Girls get money
You see this what I like about
Buy you music, cause you better buy you a car, you better buy you a phone
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 on, baby
Used to take me to dinner, used to take me shopping
Now you're asking me for my paper
It's my money, my money, I bet you'll never ever get a dime for me
No you can't use the phone, baby
I think you need, get your own
There's something going man holding down
So how did I end up with you You
And that's how has a car, time hard, paying all these bills
my car, so I don't need no broke boy trying to hide '
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it
All my girls flag girls getting money (x2)
One for the paper, two for the money
Girls give all you want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls flag girls getting money
You wanna ride with that chick baby
But you ain't got a whip baby
Yeah, it ain't gotta happen don't got shit you need to break with that chick baby
Yeah, money, don't look my way if you ain't got that money
And I'm making baby
Take the time it's your treat
There's something going man holding down
So how did I end up with you' You
And that's how has a car, time hard, paying all these bills
My car, so I don't need no broke boy trying to hide
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls flag girls getting money
All my girls flag girls getting money
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls flag girls getting money
broke ass niggers
Him only check you for the
No, no, no, I'm not a gold digger
You know the .. niggers
No middle man, 'your own coke nigger
And I don't need a man with no accomplishments
No wit, no job, no 'forget it
If he was my sugar, I'd be diabetic
But the old book got already readed
It's money on my mind boy and you just have it
Money old like champagne in the cellar
Boy you need to spit like a
You ain't treating me like an ATM teller
So fuck your little cheese, I got my old cedar
So when they make it raid I hope I got my umbrella.
Note :
Girls get money
You see this what I like about
Buy you music, cause you better buy you a car, you better buy you a phone
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 on, baby
Used to take me to dinner, used to take me shopping
Now you're asking me for my paper
It's my money, my money, I bet you'll never ever get a dime for me
No you can't use the phone, baby
I think you need, get your own
There's something going man holding down
So how did I end up with you You
And that's how has a car, time hard, paying all these bills
my car, so I don't need no broke boy trying to hide '
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it
All my girls flag girls getting money (x2)
One for the paper, two for the money
Girls give all you want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls flag girls getting money
You wanna ride with that chick baby
But you ain't got a whip baby
Yeah, it ain't gotta happen don't got shit you need to break with that chick baby
Yeah, money, don't look my way if you ain't got that money
And I'm making baby
Take the time it's your treat
There's something going man holding down
So how did I end up with you' You
And that's how has a car, time hard, paying all these bills
My car, so I don't need no broke boy trying to hide
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls flag girls getting money
All my girls flag girls getting money
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls flag girls getting money
broke ass niggers
Him only check you for the
No, no, no, I'm not a gold digger
You know the .. niggers
No middle man, 'your own coke nigger
And I don't need a man with no accomplishments
No wit, no job, no 'forget it
If he was my sugar, I'd be diabetic
But the old book got already readed
It's money on my mind boy and you just have it
Money old like champagne in the cellar
Boy you need to spit like a
You ain't treating me like an ATM teller
So fuck your little cheese, I got my old cedar
So when they make it raid I hope I got my umbrella.
Note :
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