Money Love

I'm too alive for this party
They gon die if they rally with me
I'm too young to feel sorry (for you)
We're getting older no time to say
"I don't wanna feel this way"
All my bitches stayin like barbie-doll displays
You came to see me like this
So baby don't be mad
I want you to watch me dance on ya (hold my glass and dance on ya)

I know you wishin we could cuddle up
But my girls needin your money love
Pour some liquor down from up above for me (for me)

See us empty mouthed
Gonna drown ourselves in style
Catch us in the back
Spendin all that's in the bag
Take us out we're starvin
Feed us we're deservin
I'll take you home after the show
Baby, you gotta believe



Credits
Writer(s): Ting Chun Deborah Fan
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