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Trying to make sense of my situation E-Boog I just need a vacation My money's burning holes in my pockets I've got bills to pay but I'm going go shopping I want that Fendi bag I saw Beyoncé rocking I want those Prada pumps She wore on the red carpet What am I supposed to do not enjoy my life Like other people Do you see them on the tv screens and magazines Gotta live that good What am I supposed to do I don't know But I got holes in my pocket And Sallie Mae keep calling Chick stop it I can't floss like a boss Wallet on pause Credit card didn't go through I'm lost Trying look sharp Like the magazines say Critics all around me Society's cray If I Don't rock red bottoms Hold a Gucci bag Folks frown on me And critique my swag On my Fabulous Just throw in the bag Bye bye to them haters Don't question my tags No Don't question my tags Hell no don't question my tags On my Fabulous Just throw in the bag Bye bye to them haters Don't question my tags No don't question my tags On my Fabulous Just throw in the bag Yeah My money's burning holes in my pocket I've got bills to pay but I'm going to go shopping I want chrome twenty twos and speakers that be knocking I want fresh diamonds swinging low from my medallion What am I supposed to do Not enjoy my life Like other people Do you see them on the tv screens and magazines Gotta live that good What am I supposed to do I still don't know but yo I got holes in my pocket And Sallie Mae keep calling Stop it I can't floss like a boss Wallet on pause Credit card didn't go through Lost Trying look sharp Like the magazines say Critics all around me Society's cray If I don't rock red bottoms Hold a Gucci bag Folks frown on me And critique my swag On my Fabulous Throw in the bag Bye bye to them haters Don't question my tags No Don't question my tags Hell no don't question my tags On my Fabulous Just throw in the bag Bye bye to them haters Don't question my tags No don't question my tags On my Fabulous Just throw in the bag Yeah My money's burning holes in my pocket I've got bills to pay but I'm gonna go shopping Anything I want you know that I'm going cop it You know that I'm going cop it Never mind the price Never mind the price You know that I'm going drop it What am I supposed to do Not enjoy my life Like other people I'm just trying to live my life Do you see them on the tv screens and magazines Gotta live that good What am I supposed to do Yo Now I'm tired of this I'm broke as ish I got rent due Cell phone Car note too Used my last lifeline The last damn time Trying to pay these bills Still have a little shine Trying freak it on the weekend Got that end week grind Know it's coming So I'm gunning All that damn time Fall straight to my knees Need a miracle please Trying to stack sandwich high Triple bread with cheese My monies burning holes in my pocket Yo I'm tired of this I'm broke as ish I got rent do cell phone car note too Oohh Got bills to pay but I'm gonna go shopping Uh huh I used my last lifeline The last damn time Trying to pay these bills Still have a little shine Got holes in my pocket And Sallie Mae keep calling me stop it I don't know but I got holes in my pocket And Sallie Mae keep calling me stop it I don't know but I got holes in my pocket And Sallie Mae keep calling me stop it I don't know but I got holes in my pocket And Sallie Mae keep calling chick stop it Yeah
Writer(s): Miriam Hyman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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