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    I've got some money in my pockets and I wanna go shopping
    And go buy me some things I like
    I saw some kicks up in the mall that I just gotta be rocking
    I love to rock the things I like
    I'm no material guy, I just wanna look fly
    Cool suits, dope boots, doin' the things I like
    Cos when I get my gear staright honeys gon be shocking, shocking

    I'm free, I just spent all my money
    But I rock that like it don't cost a thing
    Free, burning holes in my pocket
    But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

    Call me a perfectionist too too too too immaculate
    That hair right shoes tight got to look to dress the part
    Nothing in my pocket, got a catwalk for a closet
    On my last, only dollar lock me up before I hit The store

    Wanna be like Midas when my bank account is minus
    Gotta stretch that dolla' bill, stretch that dolla'
    Need a genie in a bottle, change a quarter to a hundred
    Gotta stretch that dolla' bill, stretch that dolla' bill

    I'm free, I just spent all my money
    But I rock that like it don't cost a thing
    Free, burning hole in my pocket
    But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

    I wear it once and I don't pop the tag, the next day Imma bring it back
    I'm at the store, can't find nothing 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

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    Window shopping's overrated, if I see Imma take it
    Gotta stretch that dolla' bill, stretch that dolla'
    This Vogue is only paper, I can't wear the glossy pages
    Gotta stretch that dolla' bill, stretch that dolla' bill

    I'm free, I just spent all my money
    But I rock that like it don't cost a thing
    Free, burning hole in my pocket
    But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

    Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 20's out
    Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 20's out
    Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 50's out
    Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 50's out

    I've got some money in my pockets and I wanna go shopping
    And go buy me some things I like
    I saw some kicks up in the mall that I just gotta be rocking
    I love to rock the things I like
    I'm no material guy, I just wanna look fly
    Cool suits, dope boots, doin' the things I like
    Cos when I get my gear straight honeys gon be shocking, shocking

    I need to marry a man from Bel Air
    One rack, two rack, ladies stare
    I can fill an aircraft hanger 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 an overdraft? I'm so over that
    And if the bank man calls just tell him

    I'm free, I just spent all my money
    But I rock that like it don't cost a thing
    Free, burning hole in my pocket
    But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

    Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 20's out
    Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 20's out
    Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 50's out
    Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 50's out

    I'm free free free free free
    I I just spent all my money
    But I rock that like it don't cost a thing
    Don't cost a thing
    Oh it don't costa a thing
    Don't cost a thing

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    Composición: Jeff Bhasker, Scott Mescudi, William Adams, Dion Wilson y Natalia Kills

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