Get'cha 5's, get'cha 10's, get'cha 20's out Get'cha 5's, get'cha 10's, get'cha 20's out Get'cha 5's, get'cha 10's, get'cha 50's out Get'cha 5's, get'cha 10's, get'cha 50's out
Call me a perfectionist Addicted to immaculate The hair right, shoes tight Got to look the dress the part With nothin' in my pocket Got a catwalk for a closet On my last lonely dollar Lock me up before I hit the store Wanna be like Midas But my bank account is minus
Gotta stretch that dollar bill Stretch that dollar Need a genie in a bottle Change a quarter to a hundred Gotta stretch that dollar bill Stretch that dollar bill
I'm free I just spent all my money But I rocked that like it don't cost a thing Free Burned a hole in my pocket But I rocked that like it don't cost a thing
I wear it once And I don't pop the tags The next day I'ma bring it back I'm at the store Can't find nothin' cheaper than my credit score My wallet's anorexic Can I pay my rent the next month? I can hear my name Callin' from stilettos on display Window shopping's overrated If I see it, I'ma take it
Gotta stretch that dollar bill Stretch that dollar This Vogue is only paper I can't wear the glossy pages Gotta stretch that dollar bill Stretch that dollar bill
I'm free I just spent all my money But I rocked that like it don't cost a thing Free Burned a hole in my pocket But I rocked that like it don't cost a thing
Get'cha 5's, get'cha 10's, get'cha 20's out Get'cha 5's, get'cha 10's, get'cha 20's out Get'cha 5's, get'cha 10's, get'cha 50's out Get'cha 5's, get'cha 10's, get'cha 50's out
I need to marry a man from Bel-Air One rack, two rack I can feel the aircraft hangar With my coat hangers Bankrupt, it don't matter Girls give the eye 'cause they so mad I could look fresh in a potato sack Need a overdraft, I'ma overdraft If the bank man calls, just tell him...
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