Mansions, fashion
Dresses, famous friends galore
Imagine heaven filled of Benjis
And he loves me like D Reed
I'm his queen, an anomaly
I don’t call it greed, it’s just me
They say love makes you happy
I say money, money
Money, money
When he’s gone, who’s your daddy?
I say money, money
Money, money
What’s a broken heart?
I'm over making love, I'm making bank
I'm not lonely, I'm with with money, money
Money, money
Love hurts
And numbers never cheated, lied and left
Cupid? Stupid
I wish America would love me like I'm oil
I'm not spoiled, but I wanna be
I don’t call it greed, it’s just me
I'm only fuckin’ with money
Fuckin with money
So whatever you want is on me
Fuckin with money
What’s a broken heart?
If I'm not broke at all
