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Beyonce - Pay Ya Bills Lyrics

[Interlude]
(Look at me, look at me, look at me) I'm ready, daddy, come on
Come on, daddy

[Intro: Pardison Fontaine]
Yeah (Ayy), you got automo-bills
Automo-bills, know you got all of those bills
Girl, I'll pay your automo-bill
Pay your telephone bill (Yeah)
Pay your automo-bill
And then I'll take care of all of those bills

[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
I might pay your telephone bill (No Cap)
Pay your automo-bill (That's facts)
Take care of all of those bills (Tab)
Fix your hair and your nails, ayy (Yeah)
Pay your telephone bill (I will)
Pay your automo-bill (You know I)
Fix your hair and your nails (Ayy)
Show you I'm for real (Ayy, ayy)

[Post-Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus)
Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus)
Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus)
Six hundred (Plus) mo' money (Plus)
One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus)
Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus)
Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus), look
[Verse 1: Pardison Fontaine]
If a bitch say I tried to talk to her
Tell her that she shoulda listened (Facts)
Tell her it's too late now (Woo)
Tell her we over here spendin' (Spendin')
Tell her we over here winnin' (Winnin')
Tell her to mind her own business (Baow)
Tell her she had my attention (Ayy)
She shoulda did somethin' with it
God made you smart
God made you bad, God made you fine
When he gave you all that ass
He had a nigga like me in mind
Look, let's go hit the lot and go violate it
Cashin' out, no down payment
If you had an ex and he moved on
That nigga downgraded (Ayy)

[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
Pay your telephone bill (I'm tryna)
Pay your automo-bill (You know I)
Take care of all of those bills (Let's go)
Fix your hair and your nails, ayy (You know I)
Pay your telephone bill (No cap)
Pay your automo-bill (And back)
Fix your hair and your nails (Ayy)
Show you I'm for real (Ayy, ayy)
[Post-Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus)
Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus)
Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus)
Six hundred (Plus) mo' money (Plus)
One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus)
Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus)
Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus)
Oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Pardison Fontaine & Jeremih]
I said now I'm not tryna gang up on you (Ayy)
I just wanna pay it for you (Ayy)
Make sure that my baby's spoiled
Diamonds goin', diamonds goin' (Woo)
Diamonds goin' (Woo) crazy on you (Woo)
Make you shine like baby oil
Cop that lil' Mercedes for you
Drop some lil' paper on you
Now you been trippin' for a while, I'll
Fly you here right now, look
Full name and your birthdate
Window seat or aisle? Look
You don't gotta trip
I'ma put you on a drip
Long as I got a face
Girl, got somewhere to sit (Ayy)
Pick it up for me, drop that shit
I'm pullin' up and I'ma cop that shit
And get your hair done and your oil changed
Baby, I know all about that shit
Let's play
New Range, in and out that shit
OJ
Ghetto pussy, I'm 'bout that shit
[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
Pay your telephone bill (I'm tryna)
Pay your automo-bill (You know I)
Take care of all of those bills (Let's go)
Fix your hair and your nails, ayy (You know I)
Pay your telephone bill (No cap)
Pay your automo-bill (And back)
Fix your hair and your nails (Ayy)
Show you I'm for real (Ayy, ayy)

[Post-Chorus: Pardison Fontaine & Jeremih]
One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus)
Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus)
Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus)
Six hundred (Plus) mo' money (Plus)
One hundred (Plus), two hundred (Plus)
Three hundred (Plus), you want it (Plus)
Four hundred (Plus), five hundred (Plus)
Ooh-ooh, ayy, look

[Verse 3: Pardison Fontaine, Jeremih, Both]
Go get you a lil' bag or somethin'
For me, you ain't gotta ask for nothin'
Look, buy your lil' ass somethin'
Hit the mall, let you bag up somethin', oh yeah
I could pay all your bills (Mhm)
I could pay all your bills (Mhm)
The way you look, baby you can get it all for real
God made you smart
God made you bad, God made you fine (Yeah)
When he gave you all that ass
He had a nigga like me in mind
Look, let's go hit the lot and go violate it
Cashin' out, no down payment
If you had an ex and he moved on
That nigga downgraded (Ayy)

[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
Pay your telephone bill (I'm tryna)
Pay your automo-bill (You know I)
Take care of all of those bills (Let's go)
Fix your hair and your nails, ayy (You know I)
Pay your telephone bill (No cap)
Pay your automo-bill (And back)
Fix your hair and your nails (Ayy)
Show you I'm for real (Ayy, ayy)

[Outro: Jeremih]
Bitches love that shit (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You know, I feel I'll get more out of 'em, it's gonna be amazing (Ooh-ooh-ooh)