Tekst piosenki
While he was skeamin'
I was beamin' in the Beamer, just steamin'
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
chorus 1:
(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 for that now
(Oops)
There goes the house we made a home
(Oops)
There goes you'll never leave me alone
(Oops)
For all the lies you told
This is what ya owe
Chorus 2:
Hey ladies
When your men wanna get buck wild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get 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 em know that
If he mess 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 'til 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 fade away, aawwaayyy
(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 for that now
(Oops)
There goes the house we made a home
(Oops)
There goes you'll never leave me alone
(Oops)
For all the lies you told
This is what you're owed
Hey ladies
When your men wanna get buck wild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get 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 em know that
If he mess up, you gotta hit 'em up
Hey ladies
When your men wanna get buck wild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get 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 em know that
If he mess up, you gotta hit 'em up
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 men wanna get buck wild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get your hands on his cash oh yeah
When you go, then everything goes
From the crib to the ride and the clothes
So you better let em know that
If he mess up, you gotta hit 'em up
If he mess up, you gotta hit 'em up
