Buy U Music Lyrics - Black Friday - Lil' Kim

(One for the paper, and two for the money) 

We takin no prisoners, Black Friday baby... 

Lil' Kim, Big Mike, Big Fendi 

I don't know what's goin on baby 

What the hell is goin on 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'll never ever get another dime from me 

No you can't use the phone, baby 

I think you need to get your own... 

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Was lookin for a man to hold me down 

So how'd I end up with youuuuuu? 

Yeah, baby youuuuuuu 

And as hard as I try 

At times it gets hard, payin all these bills 

The note on the car, so I don't need 

no broke broke boy tryin to holla holla 

So baby shut it up, please show me the dollars 

One for the paper, two for the money 

Brand new bags, new shoes, yeah I want it 

All my girls, fly girls get money One for the paper, two for the money 

Nails did, hair did, yup yup I want it 

One for the paper, two for the money 

All my girls, fly girls get money 

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You want a ride or die chick baby 

but you ain't got a whip baby 

it ain't gon happen 

if you ain'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 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 

Yup yup I want it 

One for the paper 

two for the money 

all my girls, fly girls 

Nope I ain't checkin for you broke ass niggaz 

Kim only checkin for the dope boy niggaz 

No no no I'm not a go-gold digger 

I'm just tryin to say I got my own lil' nigga 

Six-deuce Benz, you know the grown folks nigga 

Niggaz like stock they got they own vote nigga 

No middle man, hang your own coat nigga 

Title to the Ghost, no car note nigga 

Can't pay my rent wit'cho compliments 

And I don't need a man with no accomplishments 

Uh-uh, no whip, no job, no credit 

Me and you is like Alzheimer's, forget it 

If you was my sugar, I'd be diabetic 

Your game like a old book, I already read it 

It's money on my mind boy and you just a headache 

I need a man with the full package like FedEx 

Kim lil' bitches, Mafia La Bella 

Money old like champagne in the cellar 

Boy you need to split, like a cigarella 

You ain't treatin me like a ATM teller 

So fuck your lil' cheese, I got my own cheddar 

So when they make it rain I open up my umbrella 

Dior glass slippers, call me Cinderella 

Your bank account like these new artists, undeveloped 

One for the paper, two for the money 

Brand new bags, new shoes, yeah I want it 

All my girls, fly girls get money One for the paper, two for the money 

Nails did, hair did, yup yup I want it 

One for the paper, two for the money 

All my girls, fly girls get money