[Intro: Keri Hilson]
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'ma 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.
[Pre-Chorus: Keri Hilson]
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 boo tryna holla,
So baby, shut it up 'til you show me dollars, hey!
[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
One for the paper, two for the money,
Brand new bags, new shoes, yeah, I want it,
All my girls, fly girls gettin' money,
All my girls, fly girls gettin' money.
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 gettin' money.
[Verse 2: Keri Hilson]
You want a ride or die chick, baby,
But you ain't got a whip, baby,
It ain't gon' happen.
You don't got shit, you need a walk or die chick, baby,
Yeah, yeah, that's funny.
Don't look my way if you ain't got that money,
And I ain't makin' nothing to eat baby,
I think it's time you treat, baby.
[Pre-Chorus: Keri Hilson]
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 boo tryna holla,
So baby, shut it up 'til you show me dollars, hey!
[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
One for the paper, two for the money,
Brand new bags, new shoes, yeah, I want it,
All my girls, fly girls gettin' money,
All my girls, fly girls gettin' money.
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 gettin' money.
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Hey! Hey! Hey! Yeeeah, Cole World!
I see ya, it's hard not to see ya,
Face like Aaliyah and plus a college degree-ah,
Climbin' 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 Xbox that you copped for him.
Buyou, buyou, how much to try you?
Ain't sayin' you for sale, but, baby, let's be for real,
Buyou, buyou, shit that I could buy you,
These niggas 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?
[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
One for the paper, two for the money,
Brand new bags, new shoes, yeah, I want it,
All my girls, fly girls gettin' money,
All my girls, fly girls gettin' money.
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 gettin' money.
[Outro: Keri Hilson]
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 tryna holla!
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 tryna holla!