| Everyday
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| You know you’re looking good
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| In every way
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| Just like good girls should, oh
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| Everywhere
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| You go you’re making moves
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| Go closer now
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| With your red soled shoes girl
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| You don’t want for nothing
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| So I gave you all my love
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| And I knew it’d count for something
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| But I told you it was never enough
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| You gotta get that money
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| You gotta get that money
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| Ain’t got that money, baby
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| Oh, you don’t got your daddy’s money anymore
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| You don’t have to worry girl
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| 'Cause you’re so fine
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| Your troubles melt away
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| When you’re dressed into the nines
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| Everyone
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| They treat you like a lady
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| Leave 'em in the dust
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| With your black Mercedes
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| You don’t want for nothing
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| So I gave you all my love
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| And I knew it’d count for something
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| But I told you it was never enough
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| (Gotta get that) money
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| You gotta get that money
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| Ain’t got that money, baby
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| Oh you don’t got your daddy’s money anymore
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| I would buy you diamonds if I could
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| Get you all the finer things
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| You know I would
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| Get you everything you want
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| Oh but everything was never enough
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| You gotta get that money, baby
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| Gotta get that money, baby girl
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| Ain’t got that money, baby
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| Oh you don’t got your daddy’s money, anymore
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| You gotta get that money, baby
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| Gotta get that money, baby girl
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| Ain’t got that money, baby
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| Oh you don’t got your daddy’s money, anymore |