Seven

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

Ooh (let’s run away from this place)
Ooh (I’ll smack the cocky out his face)
Ooh Ohh Ohh
So what’s it gonna be, girl?
Is it gonna be love? (ohh)
Is it gonna be the love of money?

When its over just call my seven
When its over just call my seven
When its over just call my seven
Then we can have those minutes in heaven
When its over just call my seven
When its over just call my seven
When its over just call my seven
Then we can have those minutes in heaven

Ooh (let’s run away from this place)
Oooh (I’ll smack the cocky off his face)
Oooh