Bills, Bills, Bills (Trackmaster's Remix)

Feating Jazz, And Sporty Theivz

[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