[Chorus]
Sorry in advance, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't get a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb, so they tryna put it past
[Verse]
Oh, she wildin'
Twenty-one, she say she straight out of college
Best friend already hit it, she got mileage
Ooh, I can feel it in the air, Phil Collins
Dollars, all she want, I can't blame her
But shawty a thot and I just can't save her
I don't do no favors, talk to you later
I don't wanna tell you again
[Chorus]
Sorry in advancе, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't gеt a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb, so they tryna put it past
Sorry in advance, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't get a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb, so they tryna put it past
[Verse]
Oh, she wildin'
Twenty-one, she say she straight out of college
Best friend already hit it, she got mileage
Ooh, I can feel it in the air, Phil Collins
Dollars, all she want, I can't blame her
But shawty a thot and I just can't save her
I don't do no favors, talk to you later
I don't wanna tell you again
[Chorus]
Sorry in advancе, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't gеt a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb, so they tryna put it past
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