Bags, bags, fill up your bags
You could make a pound, don't tell your dad
You could be a star in your own bedroom
You could get a car from a spon name Juixe
Bad, bad, you could be bad
Don't make sound, don't make 'em mad
Get out of the jar, take the cookies too
Get out of the bar where they all just, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
I wanna be your room-oom-oom
And she said
Hey, I know you got some money
Spend your money on me
Yeah, I know you like this body
But this body ain't free
Yeah, and even if you're crushing
That don't matter to me
Yeah, I know you got some money
Spend your money on me
Had that jack the lad
He's been dropping all kinds of cash
She gon' buy your first place
Pull 'em right in with the new lace
Ooh-ooh-ooh, may I get your number?
Ooh-ooh-ooh, saying that you love her
Woo
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one
I know you got some money
Spend your money on me
Yeah, I know you like this body
But this body ain't free
Yeah, and even if you're crushing
That don't matter to me
Yeah, I know you got some money
Spend your money on me
Two times with the four letter
Ring light and a new projector
Hair done, make up better
Wake up with the sun, 'cause you need that weather
All night, fixing up forever
Under pressure, build your own Zephyr
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