Buyou Lyrics - J. Cole

One for the paper 

Two for the money 

You see this is 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'mma walk right by you 

I don't know whats going on baby 

What the hell is going wrong baby 

Used to take me to dinner 

Used to take me shopping now you asking me for my paper 

It's my money, it's my paper, boy my money 

Bet you never get another dime from me 

No, you can't use the phone baby 

Think you need to get your own 

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Was looking 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 paying all these bills 

The note on the car 

So I don't need no broke broke boy tryna holla 

So baby shut it up til you show me some dollars 

One for the paper 

Two for the money 

Brand new bags, new shoes yeah I want it 

All my girls, fly girls getting money 

All my girls, fly girls getting money 

One for the paper 

Two for the money 

Nails did, hair did 

Gap yeah I want it 

Photos 

One for the paper 

Two for the money 

All my girls, fly girls getting money 

You want a ride or die chick baby 

But you aint got a whip baby 

It aint gon happen 

If you aint got shit you need a walk or die chick baby 

Yeah yeah thats funny 

Don't look my way if you aint got that money 

And I aint making nothing to eat baby 

I think it's time you treat baby 

Was looking 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 paying all these bills 

The note on the car 

So I don't need no broke broke boy tryna holla 

So baby shut it up til you show me some dollars 

One for the paper 

Two for the money 

Brand new bags, new shoes yeah I want it 

All my girls, fly girls getting money 

All my girls, fly girls getting money 

One for the paper 

Two for the money 

Nails did, hair did 

Gap yeah I want it 

One for the paper 

Two for the money 

All my girls, fly girls getting money 

I see ya, it's hard not to see ya 

Face like Aaliyah plus a college degree-ah 

Climbing up the ladder at that full time job 

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 

Aint saying you for sale but baby lets be for real 

Buyou, buyou, shit that I can buy you 

These n-ggas all the same, either they can't ari you 

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 bags, new shoes yeah I want it 

All my girls, fly girls getting money 

All my girls, fly girls getting money 

One for the paper 

Two for the money 

Nails did, hair did 

Gap yeah 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