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You shouldn’t be with that weak motherfucker
I know he’s rich but he ain’t a lover
Like me, I’m rich in my soul, not my pockets
I’ll give you my heart and not my wallet
You shouldn’t be with that weak motherfucker
I know he’s rich but he ain’t a lover
Like me, I’m rich in my soul, not my pockets
I’ll give you my heart and not my wallet
Woo, let’s run away from this place, yeah
Woo, I’ll smack the cocky out his face
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Woo
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Oh, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) So what’s it gon' be, girl?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Is it gonna be love?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Or is it gon' be the love of money?
When it’s over, just call my seven
When it’s over, just call my seven
When it’s over, just call my seven
Then we can have those minutes in heaven
When it’s over, just call my seven
When it’s over, just call my seven
When it’s over, just call my seven
Then we can have those minutes in heaven
Woo, let’s run away from this place, yeah
Woo, I’ll smack the cocky out his face
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)