While he was scheming

I was beamin' in the beamer

Just beamin'

Can't believe that

I caught my man cheatin'

So i found another way

To make him pay for it all

So i went

To neiman-marcus

On a shopping spree

And on the way

I grabbed soley and mia

And as the cash box rang

I thought everything away



(oops)

There goes the dreams

We used to say

(oops)

There goes the time

We spent away

(oops)

There goes the love i had

But you cheated on me

And that's worth that now

(oops)

There goes the house

We made a home

(oops)

There goes you'll never

Leave me alone

For all the lies you told

This is what you owe



Hey ladies

When your man

Wanna get buckwild

Just go back and

Hit 'em up style

Put your hands on his cash

And spend it to the last dime

For all the hard times

Oh

When you go then

Everything goes

From the crib to the ride

And the clothes

So you better let him know that

If he messed up

You gotta hit 'em up



While he was braggin'

I was coming down the hill

And just draggin'

All his pictures and his

Clothes in the bag and

Sold everything else till

There was just nothin' left



And i paid

All the bills about

A month too late

It's a shame we have

To play these games

The love we had

Just fades away, away



(oops)

There goes the dreams

We used to say

(oops)

There goes the time

We spent away

(oops)

There goes the love i had

But you cheated on me

And that's worth that now

(oops)

There goes the house

We made a home

(oops)

There goes you'll never

Leave me alone

For all the lies you told

This is what you owe



Hey ladies

When your man

Wanna get buckwild

Just go back and

Hit 'em up style

Put your hands on his cash

And spend it to the last dime

For all the hard times

Oh

When you go then

Everything goes

From the crib to the

Ride and the clothes

So you better let him know that

If he messed up

You gotta hit 'em up

(repeat)



All of the dreams you sold

Left me out in the cold

What happened to the days

When we used to

Trust each other

And all of the things i sold

Will take you until you get old

To get 'em back without me

'cause revenge is better

Than money you'll see



Hey ladies

When your man

Wanna get buckwild

Just go back and

Hit 'em up style

Put your hands

On his cash

And spend it

To the last dime

For all the hard times

Oh

When you go then

Everything goes

From the crib to the

Ride and the clothes

So you better

Let him know that

If he messed up you

Gotta hit 'em up






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