BILLS, BILLS, BILLS (TRACKMASTERS REMIX)


(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
Chrom 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 to say "you ain't getting nada from us"
'Cause in their pockets, they ain't got nada but dust
Come on

(Destiny's Child:)
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
Keep this pocket tight
I don't know why I keep taking these mess from you

Bridge:
I need a baller, someone not like you who do me right
You trifling, good for nothing type of brother
Keep a sister working day and night
I don't think you do
So you and me are through

Chorus:
I'm looking for a man who will pay my bills
Pay my car note, give me what I want
Keep a sister real right
And ladies if you hear me say right
(right right)
'Cause I don't really wanna have to front the bills
Buy you 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

So you rolling around in my drop six
Fronting, telling your boys how you copped it
Leaching 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

BRIDGE

CHORUS (2x)

(Sporty Thievz:)
Hey yo this one babe, after we done laid
She 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 trip
Trip? I trip you into letting me hit
Said she ain't no pigeon, and she hate nada
Oh-oh! Put you off with the fake Prada, oh-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 chiks hit me with that "Kirk, let me get that"
Then I hit back "Alright, well first, let me hit that"
Yo what I flow for, get dough for, cop an O for
You to trip on what you can't go for?
Let's get it down to the nitty-gritty
You pretty-bitty
Give me two years and I might consider your fifty-fifty shot caller

CHORUS (2x)

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