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(Look at me, look at me, look at me) I'm ready, daddy, come on Come on, daddy Yeah (Ayy), you got automo-bills Automo-bills, know you got all of those bills Girl, I'll pay your automo-bill Pay your telephone bill (Yeah) Pay your automo-bill And then I'll take care of all of those bills I might pay your telephone bill (No Cap) Pay your automo-bill (That's facts) Take care of all of those bills (Tab) Fix your hair and your nails, ayy (Yeah) Pay your telephone bill (I will) Pay your automo-bill (You know I) Fix your hair and your nails (Ayy) Show you I'm for real (Ayy, ayy) One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus) Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus) Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus) Six hundred (Plus) mo' money (Plus) One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus) Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus) Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus), look Songtexte If a bitch say I tried to talk to her Tell her that she shoulda listened (Facts) Tell her it's too late now (Woo) Tell her we over here spendin' (Spendin') Tell her we over here winnin' (Winnin') Tell her to mind her own business (Baow) Tell her she had my attention (Ayy) She shoulda did somethin' with it God made you smart God made you bad, God made you fine When he gave you all that ass He had a nigga like me in mind Look, let's go hit the lot and go violate it Cashin' out, no down payment If you had an ex and he moved on That nigga downgraded (Ayy) I might pay your telephone bill (I'm tryna) Pay your automo-bill (You know I) Take care of all of those bills (Let's go) Fix your hair and your nails, ayy (You know I) Pay your telephone bill (No cap) Pay your automo-bill (And back) Fix your hair and your nails (Ayy) Show you I'm for real (Ayy, ayy) One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus) Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus) Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus) Six hundred (Plus) mo' money (Plus) One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus) Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus) Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus) Oh, oh, oh I said now I'm not tryna gang up on you (Ayy) I just wanna pay it for you (Ayy) Make sure that my baby's spoiled Diamonds goin', diamonds goin' (Woo) Diamonds goin' (Woo) crazy on you (Woo) Make you shine like baby oil Cop that lil' Mercedes for you Drop some lil' paper on you Now you been trippin' for a while, I'll Fly you here right now, look Full name and your birthdate Window seat or aisle? Look You don't gotta trip I'ma put you on a drip Long as I got a face Girl, got somewhere to sit (Ayy) Pick it up for me, drop that shit I'm pullin' up and I'ma cop that shit And get your hair done and your oil changed Baby, I know all about that shit Let's play New Range, in and out that shit OJ Ghetto pussy, I'm 'bout that shit Pay your telephone bill (I'm tryna) Pay your automo-bill (You know I) Take care of all of those bills (Let's go) Fix your hair and your nails, ayy (You know I) Pay your telephone bill (No cap) Pay your automo-bill (And back) Fix your hair and your nails (Ayy) Show you I'm for real (Ayy, ayy) One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus) Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus) Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus) Six hundred (Plus) mo' money (Plus) One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus) Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus) Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus) Ooh-ooh, ayy, look Go get you a lil' bag or somethin' For me, you ain't gotta ask for nothin' Look, buy your lil' ass somethin' Hit the mall, let you bag up somethin', oh yeah I could pay all your bills (Mhm) I could pay all your bills (Mhm) The way you look, baby you can get it all for real God made you smart God made you bad, God made you fine (Yeah) When he gave you all that ass He had a nigga like me in mind Look, let's go hit the lot and go violate it Cashin' out, no down payment If you had an ex and he moved on That nigga downgraded (Ayy) Pay your telephone bill (I'm tryna) Pay your automo-bill (You know I) Take care of all of those bills (Let's go) Fix your hair and your nails, ayy (You know I) Pay your telephone bill (No cap) Pay your automo-bill (And back) Fix your hair and your nails (Ayy) Show you I'm for real (Ayy, ayy) Bitches love that shit (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You know, I feel I'll get more out of 'em, it's gonna be amazing (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Aus Songtexte Mania