Bills Bills Bills (Trackmasters Remix) Lyrics

Bills Bills Bills (Trackmasters Remix) Lyrics

[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