2 Cents
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Get off of my
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
All I can really do is run
Pay you no mind and make you wonder
If I was really the one
Ain't that a shame, yeah, what a bummer
Don't wanna waste another sun
Let it be what it be
I'm going out, I'm having fun
Don't play with me again
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Get off of my
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
When your money's spent
Got my arms wide open for you
Oh, oooooh
With the champagne popping for you
Oh, oooooh
Yeah I'm finito, I'm done
Just need me time to recover
It takes some muscle to get tough
Some say it takes another lover
Don't want another re-run
I've been selling all that I-I-I have
So Imma run, Imma run run
Don't gotta chase me again
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Get off of my
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
When your money's spent
Got my arms wide open for you
Oh, oooooh
With the champagne popping for you
Oh, oooooh
Sitting here drunk by myself like it's good for my health
Celebrating with the ghost of you
And if you ain't dead to me yet then I gotta make sure
That them goons get some ice on you
Hey, fuck (?), what's going on?
No pity, just petty, let me fuck around
I might key your car and dance to the car alarm
No mercy on this shit I'm spitting on
Moved on fast, yeah I trust
Yo, I don't even wanna fuss
Now we all cops up to no good
Cause we so hood, we so hood
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Get off of my
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
When your money's spent
Got my arms wide open for you
Oh, oooooh
With the champagne popping for you
Oh, oooooh
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Get off of my
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
All I can really do is run
Pay you no mind and make you wonder
If I was really the one
Ain't that a shame, yeah, what a bummer
Don't wanna waste another sun
Let it be what it be
I'm going out, I'm having fun
Don't play with me again
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Get off of my
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
When your money's spent
Got my arms wide open for you
Oh, oooooh
With the champagne popping for you
Oh, oooooh
Yeah I'm finito, I'm done
Just need me time to recover
It takes some muscle to get tough
Some say it takes another lover
Don't want another re-run
I've been selling all that I-I-I have
So Imma run, Imma run run
Don't gotta chase me again
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Get off of my
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
When your money's spent
Got my arms wide open for you
Oh, oooooh
With the champagne popping for you
Oh, oooooh
Sitting here drunk by myself like it's good for my health
Celebrating with the ghost of you
And if you ain't dead to me yet then I gotta make sure
That them goons get some ice on you
Hey, fuck (?), what's going on?
No pity, just petty, let me fuck around
I might key your car and dance to the car alarm
No mercy on this shit I'm spitting on
Moved on fast, yeah I trust
Yo, I don't even wanna fuss
Now we all cops up to no good
Cause we so hood, we so hood
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Get off of my
I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends
Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents
When your money's spent
Got my arms wide open for you
Oh, oooooh
With the champagne popping for you
Oh, oooooh
Credits
Writer(s): Magnus Lidehall, Jacqueline Cummings, Henok Meharena
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