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M-M-M-Money
M-M-M-Money
Sugar got class, get back, ain't got enough money
Sugar got class, baby, get back, ain't got enough money
To try to afford that
Sugar got class, baby, get back, ain't got enough money
Sugar got class, get back, ain't got enough money
To try to afford that, sucker
Here I go now, what's my name?
Queen B, bitch, ask me again
I flow on pedicured toes
So fly when I float by
Tell me why I gotta lie
That's me, stilettos and silk crease
I'm that girl with a flip and a twirl like
Oh no, not again, why you fucking right?
I got the kick, the flip, the whip, punk shit
I'm the one with the fire tongue, gotta run
Burn tracks with a swagger like an alley cat
No sir, no talk, not a peep
When I holla back, suckas get weak at the knees, that's
How it is, stupid, tell it like I made it be
Green bags that I stack, stupid, come clean
You see how it is when the dirt stacks
I know you come for it, mama don't give a shit
All y'all come free, pull a plug see
Mama got a gun, yep, when you see these
Knuckle, fist, full of hall of fame, finger lick
Middle finger trigger puller, leave it when I talk shit
So slick when I shine, fuck a dim mind
No time for the dumb mind, shoulda kicked
A little size seven hole in your ass
For the bullshit talk when you really shoulda walked past
'Cause
Sugar got class, get back, ain't got enough money
Sugar got class, baby, get back, ain't got enough money
To try to afford that
Sugar got class, baby, get back, ain't got enough money
Sugar got class, get back, ain't got enough money
To try to afford that, sucker
Yo, I go money, money, money make the world go 'round
Pretty ass woman make the guys fall down
We the type here make your hearts go pound
Yeah, I still grind like a merry-go-round
I got 'em screamin' my name
Wifey type, ain't no tryna run game
Chasin' dudes, nah, I'd rather chase dreams
Establishing, yup, gettin' that cream
I let sugar so sweet
One in a million so he wanna play keeps
Yep, I'm brilliant so he know we gon' eat
Got class so he wanna flaunt me
Stiletto heels, fitted dress
Fine jewels, been impressed
Sometimes classy but I get nasty
Anything you wanna know, bet you come and ask me
Get back
Not enough money to afford that
I make up for, for where you lack at
So come correct before I trash that
Sugar got class, get back, ain't got enough money
Sugar got class, baby, get back, ain't got enough money
To try to afford that
Sugar got class, baby, get back, ain't got enough money
Sugar got class, get back, ain't got enough money
To try to afford that, sucker