So I gotta be right on time

So I gotta stay fly

Keep me in the sky

When I see you

Blow a bag, I might squeeze you in my schedule for it

You say you gettin' money, we gon' see now (Lemme see)

'Cause I'm a bad chick, you gotta cash out (You know)

cut a check for no reason (Where the money at?)It's that season

Bricks in the condo and grams to Sing SingLeft arm, baby mother tatted

A couple fake visas 'cause he never got his papers

But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers

I need your VISA and the pin to the debit for it (Ha)

sweet as gold

sweet and low

sweetie sholl

sweetie go

Listen to love, your heart is pounding with desire

Quit breakin' my heart

You keep holding on to your thoughts of rejection

If you're with me, you're secure

I mean I'm saying what kind of deal, just two days?

What you've been missin' on weekday

Drop them drawers, I know what you want

You like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend

He submerged in it (yeah), like a baptism (like a baptism)

I'd rather be in jail before a broke n* cuff me (ayy, ayy, yeah)

I should have listened to my first mind

That's why it's, "F* n*, get money"

need someone, somebody, to help me come and turn my life around

And when I think about your goodness, it makes me want to Stomp

The lord brought me through this far Tryin' to be cute when I praise him

Came to get wit' kirk, ain't no stoppin' me,Now stomp

But I knew since we fell in love, girl, I'd be

Sign it right here on my heart (I'll be)

Paparazzi flash, a hundred pictures, all of you

Hangin' on my bedroom wallI'm a kid again, I feel like thirteen

To pay your way and your homeboy's way

Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real

I think you'd better call Tyrone

Everytime we go somewhere, I gotta reach down in my purse