Blu Cantrell: Hit em up style

While he was cheming 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 time For all the hard times Ohhhh 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 it might be better Than money or sex 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