| You look nice in your new outfit
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| You look even better when you take that off
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| You used to being a sidechick
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| You feel much better if you break that off
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| You look sad in that brand new whip
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| You look much better if you had your own
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| You look mad in that big old crib
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| You feel much better when you have a home
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| Yeah, and I just wanna tell you how it really is
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| I just wanna show you that without the money it will be okay
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| Success ain’t really measured in these increments
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| Or dollars in you wallet know is more about a smile
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| You ain’t did that in a while unless you faked it
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| Yo, you ain’t never listen to Drake’s shit? |
| That overpaid shit?
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| Still got everybody on that same shit
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| You so extraordinary, you so superficial lately
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| You don’t need those credit cards
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| Or that paper unless it’s a tissue baby
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| 'Cause you cryin' too often, get the fuck off it
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| Sick of the shit, quick it’ll make you nauseous
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| Cautious, you wouldn’t feel save in a fortress
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| Even with no make-up on you still gorgeous
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| You look nice in your new outfit
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| You look even better when you take that off
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| You used to being a sidechick
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| You feel much better if you break that off
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| You look sad in that brand new whip
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| You look much better if you had your own
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| You look mad in that big old crib
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| You feel much better when you have a home
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| Just choose love over them dollars
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| Love over them dollars
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| I promise you’ll be better off, I swear
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| Choose love over them dollars
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| Love over them dollars
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| I promise you’ll be better off
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| Yo, this could go opposite spectrum
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| My homies with good hearted women who fall in a bed with a girl you just met her
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| Knowin' that you got somebody at home but decided to go for the pleasure
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| I used to do it, that shit make my head hurt
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| And it gets worse addicted to the paper
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| I’m all 'bout the business ain’t care what she said first
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| Dissectin' priorities lately, only if this love could pay me
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| I be divided my time between all of these lines
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| At the down on my mind that’s my baby
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| Crazy how it could change in a moment
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| When back in the day I thought I didn’t want it, then
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| I started growin' and you started showin'
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| That friendship comes first and you turn to my woman
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| You so extraordinary, don’t be superficial baby
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| You don’t need those credit cards 'cause I got it all
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| It ain’t a issue baby, I was workin' too often, had to get off it
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| Sick off the shit, quick it’ll make you nauseous
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| Exhausted, got you feelin' safe in a fortress
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| Even with no make-up on you still gorgeous
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| You look nice in your new outfit
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| You look even better when you take that off
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| You used to be a sidechick
|
| You feel much better if you break that off
|
| You look sad in that brand new whip
|
| You look much better if you had your own
|
| You look mad in that big old crib
|
| You feel much better when you have a home
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| Just choose love over them dollars
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| Love over them dollars
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| I promise you’ll be better off, I swear
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| Just choose love over them dollars
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| Love over them dollars
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| I promise you’ll be better off, oh |