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    Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles
    Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
    Lashes and diamonds, atm machines
    Buy myself all of my favorite things (yeah)

    Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch
    Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage?
    Rather be tied up with calls and not strings
    Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah (yeah)

    Been through some bad stuff, I should be a bad girl
    Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage?
    Rather be tied up with calls and not strings
    Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah (yeah)

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    My wrist, stop watchin', my neck is flossy
    Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin'
    You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
    I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)

    I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
    I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
    You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
    I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yep)

    Yeah, my receipts be lookin’ like phone numbers
    If it ain't money, then wrong number
    Black card is my business card
    The way it be settin' the tone for me
    I don't mean to brag, but I be like: Put it in the bag, yeah
    When you see them racks, they stacked up like my eye, yeah

    Shoot, go from the store to the booth
    Make it all back in one loop, gimme the loot
    Never mind, I got the juice
    Nothing but net when we shoot
    Look at my neck, look at my jet
    Ain't got enough money to pay me respect
    Ain't no budget when I'm on the set
    If I like it, then that's what I get, yeah

    I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (oh, yeah)
    I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (oh, yeah, yeah)
    You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
    I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (I see, yep)

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