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Destiny\'s Child f/ Jazz & Sporty Thievz

Bills, Bills, Bills lyrics mp3 by Destiny\'s Child f/ 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