Hit Em Up Style Lyrics by Blu Cantrell

Hit Em Up Style Lyrics

    While he was schemeing
    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 thats 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 thats 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 1x]

    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
    Cuz a marriage is better than money you 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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