$even

You shouldn't be with that weak motherfucker
 I know he's rich but he ain't a lover
 Like me, I'm rich in my soul, not my pockets
 I'll give you my heart and not my wallet
 You shouldn't be with that weak motherfucker
 I know he's rich but he ain't a lover
 Like me, I'm rich in my soul, not my pockets
 I'll give you my heart and not my wallet
 Ooh (let's run away from this place)
 Ooh (I'll smack the cocky out his face)
 Ooh Ohh Ohh
 So what's it gonna be, girl?
 Is it gonna be love? (ohh)
 Is it gonna be the love of money?
 When its over just call my seven
 When its over just call my seven
 When its over just call my seven
 Then we can have those minutes in heaven
 When its over just call my seven
 When its over just call my seven
 When its over just call my seven
 Then we can have those minutes in heaven
 Ooh (let's run away from this place)
 Ooh (I'll smack the cocky out his face)