Buyou Keri Hilson (Ft. J. Cole)

[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, ooh-ooh?
Yeah, baby, you
And as hard as I try, sometimes it gets hard (Hard)
Payin' all these bills, the note on my car
So I don't need no broke, broke boo tryna holla (Holla)
So baby, shut it up 'til you show me dollars, hey