Lyrics:

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 thats for 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 ganna get buckwild

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 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 for 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 gonna get buckwild

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 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


hey lady's,hey lady's,hey lady's