Текст песни Destiny`s Child f Jazz, Sporty Thievz - Bills, Bills, Bills (Trackmasters Remix)
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[Jazz]I stay away from cats that rapThat ain`t got trapsAnd producers that make tracksThat ain`t got no plaquesI`m J to the A-Z-Z, chrome Z3You ain`t balling, you ain`t rolling with meJazz said itThese cats ain`t cheap, they brokeTake me to a flickCan`t even buy me a CokeAll them quick say you ain`t gettin` nada from usCause in their pockets they ain`t got nada but dustCome on, come on[Beyonce]Why you sitting here under meGiving me griefSaying you love meYou know you`re lying through your teethLiving it upThe good life for freeI don`t know what you want from meDon`t you know I need somebody who can do me rightAnd keep his pockets tightI don`t know why I keep taking this mess from you1 - [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 doSo you and me are through, oh ooh2 - [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 sixFrontin`, telling your boys how you copped itLeeching off of me all the timeWhy won`t you just get a lifeYou really don`t get itI spend my money on myselfI gotta move on and find somebody elseRepeat 1[Kelly]I don`t (I don`t)Think you (Think you)You doSo you and me are throughRepeat 2 (2x)[Sporty Thievz]Hey yo this one babeAfter we done laidStarted telling me about bills that`s unpaidAnd you know me, I`m that nada catType to loan you a buck, get my dollar backYou holla at, meLike you want me to trick, trickI trick you into letting me hitSaid she ain`t a pigeon and she hate nadaUh-oh, put you off with the fake Prada, uh-ohI`m getting dough but it ain`t splendidOffended, cause they tax for it when I make itRunning game when I spend itThen 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 herBlow for her, get dough for herCop an O for you, and trip and what you can`t go for itLet`s get it down to the nitty-grittyYo pretty-bittyGive me two years and I might consider you for fifty-fiftyShot callerRepeat 2 till end