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    One for the paper, two for the money

    My girls get money

    You see this what I like to call Buyou 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 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
    As as hard as I try, sometimes it gets hard payin all these bills
    A note on my car
    So I don't need no broke, broke boy tryin to holla
    So baby shut it up until you show me dollas

    One for the paper, two for the money
    Brand new bag, new shoes yeah I want it

    All my girls fly girls getting money X2

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    One for the paper, two for the money
    Nails did, hair did, yep, yep I want it

    One for the paper, two for the money
    All my girls fly girls getting money

    You wanna ride-a-die chick baby?
    But you ain't got a whip baby
    Yeah, it ain't gotta happen.
    You don't got shit you need to walk with dat chick, baby
    Yeah, yeah, that's funny
    Don't look my way if you ain't got that money
    And I ain't making nothin to eat, baby
    I think it's time you treat, baby

    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 gets hard payin all these bills
    A note on my car
    So I don't need no broke, broke boy tryin to holla
    So baby shut it up til you show me dollas

    One for the paper, two for the money
    Brand new bag, new shoes yeah I want it

    All my girls fly girls getting money X2

    One for the paper, two for the money
    Nails did, hair did, yep, yep I want it
    One for the paper, two for the money
    All my girls fly girls getting money

    [J. Cole]
    I see ya, it's hard not to see ya
    face like Aaliyah an plus a college degree-ah
    climbing up the ladder at that full time job
    tell me 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

    One for the paper, two for the money
    Brand new bag, new shoes yeah I want it

    All my girls fly girls getting money X2

    One for the paper, two for the money
    Nails did, hair did, yep, yep I want it
    One for the paper, two for the money
    All my girls fly girls getting money

    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

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