Lyric Bills bills bills (Trackmasters Remix)

featuring Jazz Sporty Thievz

[Jazz]
I stay away from cats that rap
That ain t got traps
And producers that make tracks
That ain t got no plaques
I m J to the A Z Z chrome Z3
You ain t balling you ain t rolling with me
Jazz said it
These cats ain t cheap they broke
Take me to a flick
Can t even buy me a Coke
All them quick say you ain t gettin nada from us
Cause in their pockets they ain t got nada but dust
Come on, come on

[Beyonce]
Why you sitting here under me
Giving me grief
Saying you love me
You know you re lying through your teeth
Living it up
The good life for free
I don t know what you want from me
Don t you know I need somebody who can do me right
And keep his pockets tight
I don t know why I keep taking this mess from you

1 - [Destiny s Child]
I need a baller
Someone not like you
Who do me right
You re triflin , good for nothing, type of brother
Keep a sister working day and night

[Kelly]
I don t think you do
So you and me are through, oh ooh

2 - [Destiny s Child]
I m looking for a man who will pay my bills
Pay my car note, give me what I want
Keep a sister real tight
And ladies if you hear me say right
(Right, right)
Cause I don t really wanna have to front the bills
Buy your clothes, give you everything you want
Cause I can t go for that, can t go for that, no, no
I can t go for that

[Beyonce]
So you rolling around in my drop six
Frontin , telling your boys how you copped it
Leeching off of me all the time
Why won t you just get a life
You really don t get it
I spend my money on myself
I gotta move on and find somebody else

Repeat 1

[Kelly]
I don t (I don t)
Think you (Think you)
You do
So you and me are through

Repeat 2 (2x)

[Sporty Thievz]
Hey yo this one babe
After we done laid
Started telling me about bills that s unpaid
And you know me, I m that nada cat
Type to loan you a buck, get my dollar back
You holla at, me
Like you want me to trick, trick
I trick you into letting me hit
Said she ain t a pigeon and she hate nada
Uh-oh, put you off with the fake Prada, uh-oh

I m getting dough but it ain t splendid
Offended, cause they tax for it when I make it
Running game when I spend it
Then chicks hit me with that "Kirk, let me get that"
Then I hit back
"Alright! Well first let me hit that"

Yo when I flow for her
Blow for her, get dough for her
Cop an O for you, and trip and what you can t go for it
Let s get it down to the nitty-gritty
Yo pretty-bitty
Give me two years and I might consider you for fifty-fifty
Shot caller

Repeat 2 till end