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