Hit 'Em Up Style
Written by D Austin

While he was schemin'
I was beamin' in the Beemer, 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 Sole 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 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're owed

Hey Ladies
When ya man wanna get buck wild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get your hands on his cash
And spend 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
If he mess up you gotta hit 'em up

While he was braggin'
I was comin' down the hill just a-draggin'
All his pictures and clothes in a 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 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 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're owed

Hey Ladies
When ya man wanna get buck wild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get your hands on his cash
And spend 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
If he mess up you gotta hit 'em up

Hey Ladies
When ya man wanna get buck wild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get your hands on his cash
And spend 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
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
'Cos revenge is better than money, you see

Hey Ladies
When ya man wanna get buck wild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get your hands on his cash
And spend 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
If he mess up you gotta hit 'em up