Look-a-here

Huh



C'mon

Yeah

C'mon

C'mon

Yeah

C'mon



Ya like to have money in your pocketbook

That's alright

Ya gotta lotta sense

Runnin' through your bones

And that's alright



Your mama got to be fine

You probably breastfed

'Cause you look all healthy

Ooh

With your chi-chi pretty eyes

Put on your prada lip balm

And sit, baby

With the swerve in your hip

Order

Can i get a drink?

Yeah

Yes you can

Pull the wad from your purse

Tip

Start singin' my shit

With the chorus

First



Ya like to have money in your pocketbook

That's alright

Ya gotta lotta sense

Runnin' through your bones

And that's alright

You like to be in the know

With all the major figures

And

That's alright

You like to hang out and shake that thing

Mmm

And that's alright



Girl got your own thing

You know everybody

High class,

Mediocre

To riff raff

Love is the root politic

You read between the paragraphs

You know what you make after taxes

You like to get free

You've been to cuba

And you don't watch tv

You only get greedy

For the power of the p

Yeah

And me

Now



Ya like to have money in your pocketbook

That's alright

Ya gotta lotta sense

Runnin' through your bones

And that's alright

You like to be in the know

With all the major figures

And

That's alright

You like to hang out and shake that thing

All night

And that's alright



Yeah, ooh

How that feel?

How'd