Child Destiny`s Bills Bills Bills Trackmasters Remix Lyrics

Bills  Bills  Bills Trackmasters Remix Lyrics

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