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You shouldn't be with that weak motherfucker I know he's rich but he ain't a lover Like me, I'm rich in my soul, not my pockets I'll give you my heart and not my wallet You shouldn't be with that weak motherfucker I know he's rich but he ain't a lover Like me, I'm rich in my soul, not my pockets I'll give you my heart and not my wallet Ooh (let's run away from this place) Ooh (I'll smack the cocky out his face) Ooh Ohh Ohh So what's it gonna be, girl? Is it gonna be love? (ohh) Is it gonna be the love of money? When its over just call my seven When its over just call my seven When its over just call my seven Then we can have those minutes in heaven When its over just call my seven When its over just call my seven When its over just call my seven Then we can have those minutes in heaven Ooh (let's run away from this place) Ooh (I'll smack the cocky out his face)
Writer(s): Sebastian Carandang, Abubakar Shariff Farr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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