Bills, Bills, Bills Jonathan Coulton

At first we started out real cool
Taking me places I ain't never been
But now, you're getting comfortable
Ain't doing those things that you did no more
You're slowly making me pay for things your money should be handling
And now you ask to use my car
Drive it all day and don't fill up the tank
Then you have the audacity to even come and step to me
And ask to hold some money from me until you get your check next week

You trifling, good for nothing type of brother
Silly me, why haven't I found another
Baller, when times get hard he's a one to help me out
Instead of a scrub like you who don't know what a man's about

Do you pay my bills
Do you pay my telephone bills
Do you pay my automo-bills
If you did then maybe we could chill
But I don't think you do
So you and me are through

Now you've been maxing out my card
Give me bad credit, buy me gifts with my own ends
Haven't paid the first bill
But instead you're heading to the mall
Goin' on shopping sprees
Perpetrating to your friends like you be ballin'