Hands Off My Money YONAKA

[Verse 1]
This is my life, this is my prerogative
Don't get it twisted, you're just greasy, you're derogative
I deserve better, I have a choice
I will not suffer under any man's voice
So lower your tone when you're talking to me
I ain't asking for much but R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Got me a bitch with a gun for a mouth
I get bruised when it all goes south
'Cause I can't get just what I want unless I do it all myself

[Pre-Chorus]
Hands off my money

[Chorus]
My money, money (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
My monеy, money (hey, hey, hеy, hey, hey)
My money, money (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
I said, hands off my
My money, money

[Verse 2]
Get your filthy little claws
Off my silky, little drawers
You say you want what I got
Well, go and get yours
I don't play with little boys, nah-ah
They tend to spit out their toys
And I can't get no satisfaction
When I'm paying by the hour but your words are turning sour
They want the power, they kill my dreams
They rip the roots of my money tree, listen