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    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

    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

    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

    Money, money
    Who be getting money?
    They say that money talks
    Thats why I talk a little funny like:
    "hey money I love you money"
    And if you ain't talking money
    Then your broke arse away from me
    F-f-fresh prince
    Yeah I phil(fill) banks
    For every couple haters I've got a couple grand,
    Check my statements you'll be dizzy man
    Got that [bonkers] money
    Oops!
    Have I spoilt plans?
    You rappers old news,
    Rapping 'bout guns that you weren't ever gon' use
    When I kill 'em with only pro tools.

    And they won't be come back for more

    Drizzy flow,

    They build their stack then they spend it all
    on getting stoned,
    They say I'm getting bigger then rick ross' belly hoe!

    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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