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One for the paper, two for the money Girls get money?... You see this what I like about? Buy you music, cause you better buy you a car, you better buy you a phone You better buy somewhere to stay or I'm a walk right by you I don't know what's going on, baby? What the hell is going on, baby? Used to take me to dinner, used to take me shopping Now you're asking me for my paper It's my money,.. my money, I bet you'll never ever get a dime for me No you can't use the phone, baby I think you need, get your own There's something going man holding down So how did I end up with you? You And that's how... has a car, time... hard, paying all these bills ... my car, so I don't need no broke boy trying to hide... One for the paper, two for the money Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it All my girls flag girls getting money [x2] One for the paper, two for the money Girls... give all you want it One for the paper, two for the money SongtexteAll my girls flag girls getting money You wanna ride with that chick baby? But you ain't got a whip baby Yeah, it ain't gotta happen... don't got shit you need to break with that chick baby Yeah, money, don't look my way if you ain't got that money And I'm making... baby Take the time it's your treat There's something going man holding down So how did I end up with you? You And that's how... has a car, time... hard, paying all these bills ... my car, so I don't need no broke boy trying to hide... One for the paper, two for the money Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it One for the paper, two for the money All my girls flag girls getting money All my girls flag girls getting money One for the paper, two for the money Brand new bag, no shoes yet I want it One for the paper, two for the money All my girls flag girls getting money ... broke ass niggers Him only check you for the... No, no, no, I'm not a gold digger You know the... niggers ... no middle man,.. your own coke nigger ... And I don't need a man with no accomplishments No with, no job, no... ... forget it If he was my sugar, I'd be diabetic But the old book got already readed It's money on my mind boy and you just have it Money old like champagne in the cellar Boy you need to spit like a... You ain't treating me like an atm teller So fuck your little cheese, I got my old cedar So when they make it raid I hope I got my umbrella. Aus Songtexte Mania