Bless Her Heart
Bless her heart
Bless her
There was a time when you needed more
But nobody showed
There was a time that you looked for love
But it never worked
You got a plan in place
You focused on your goals
It's in every mirror you pass today
Bottles of Chardonnay get popped
Money all on the stage you walk
Two shots too many, it's hazy up in the club she works
Keep going like that she'll be famous
All night long (yeah)
She get money all night long (bless her heart, oh, oh-oh, oh)
And she's bringin' all that money home (yeah)
Bless her heart (yeah)
And if you're broke, take your broke ass home ('kay)
Money better be thrown if you're putting that shit on (that shit on)
She can smell that money from the scent of your cologne
You can hit it, I'll respect
Still gon' get it if you don't
She flew out to Texas
That's what she been on
Them city bitches messy
Rather be alone
Out the way, what can I say, yeah she grown
No wonder why she never took directions from her phone
I wonder if she ever feel protected when she gone
At least I left a message in the song
I just wanna tell you that I see you
I'm glad you out that Kia
Been busy making bitches wanna be you
That's why you're going all night long (yeah)
She get money all night long (bless her heart, oh, oh-oh, oh)
And she's bringin' all that money home
Bless her heart
Bless her heart
Bless her
Bless her heart
Bless her
There was a time when you needed more
But nobody showed
There was a time that you looked for love
But it never worked
You got a plan in place
You focused on your goals
It's in every mirror you pass today
Bottles of Chardonnay get popped
Money all on the stage you walk
Two shots too many, it's hazy up in the club she works
Keep going like that she'll be famous
All night long (yeah)
She get money all night long (bless her heart, oh, oh-oh, oh)
And she's bringin' all that money home (yeah)
Bless her heart (yeah)
And if you're broke, take your broke ass home ('kay)
Money better be thrown if you're putting that shit on (that shit on)
She can smell that money from the scent of your cologne
You can hit it, I'll respect
Still gon' get it if you don't
She flew out to Texas
That's what she been on
Them city bitches messy
Rather be alone
Out the way, what can I say, yeah she grown
No wonder why she never took directions from her phone
I wonder if she ever feel protected when she gone
At least I left a message in the song
I just wanna tell you that I see you
I'm glad you out that Kia
Been busy making bitches wanna be you
That's why you're going all night long (yeah)
She get money all night long (bless her heart, oh, oh-oh, oh)
And she's bringin' all that money home
Bless her heart
Bless her heart
Bless her
Bless her heart
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Dean Burdette, Zacari Moses Pacaldo, Jose Iii Alcantar Arturo, Woodley Wyatt
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