Bills  Bills  Bills (trackmasters Remix) de Destiny's Child

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'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

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