$even - YEEK, Bakar

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

Woo, let’s run away from this place, yeah

Woo, I’ll smack the cocky out his face

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Woo

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Oh, yeah

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) So what’s it gon' be, girl?

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Is it gonna be love?

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Or is it gon' be the love of money?

When it’s over, just call my seven

When it’s over, just call my seven

When it’s over, just call my seven

Then we can have those minutes in heaven

When it’s over, just call my seven

When it’s over, just call my seven

When it’s over, just call my seven

Then we can have those minutes in heaven

Woo, let’s run away from this place, yeah

Woo, I’ll smack the cocky out his face

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)