Bills, Bills, Bills (Trackmasters Remix) — Destiny s Child

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