| Hi, my name is Nova
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| And I think I made it
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| This goes out to my ex-boyfriends
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| Hope you really hate it
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| I fucking starved to get here
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| Fought, gave so much heart, I’m heartless
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| I need the gold to fill the empty places
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| There was darkness
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| I don’t sign with devils
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| Steal my soul to make their millions
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| You think you something you ain’t shit but money and opinions
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| I was black inside it turned to diamonds under pressure, pressure
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| That’s exactly why I build castles from gold statues and gold records, 'cause
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| If money make you rich
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| Then money make you famous
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| You call me a bitch
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| But that’s just 'cause you hate this
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| I’ll be in the ditch
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| I’ve been through the ringer
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| But I’ll be standing at the top
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| Waving my middle finger, sayin'
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| Can’t stop
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| Won’t stop
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| I get it on my own
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| Take this, fake shit
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| And turn it into gold
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| Can’t stop
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| Won’t stop
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| I want it made in gold (oo-oo-ooh)
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| I want it made in gold (oo-oo-ooh)
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| Mr. Dentist, can you get me fancy gold teeth?
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| Yeah, I got some cavities 'cause shit I say is so sweet
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| First word was bird my second third oh pretty, pretty
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| Rappers on and on by twenty inch rims
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| How much would it be for fifty?
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| I’m about to explode
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| Who’s Dr. Dre, does he know how to do stitches?
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| Is it toxic if I cover myself in the color of the riches?
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| I can paint all my assistants
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| Hey, hey, hey, excuse me?
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| I brought you my heart can you please just melt it down to jewelry, because
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| If money make you rich
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| Then money make you famous
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| You call me a bitch
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| But that’s just 'cause you hate this
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| I’ll be in the ditch
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| I’ve been through the ringer
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| But I’ll be standing at the top
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| Waving my middle finger, sayin'
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| Can’t stop
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| Won’t stop
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| I get it on my own
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| Take this, fake shit
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| And turn it into gold
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| Can’t stop
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| Won’t stop
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| I want it made in gold (oo-oo-ooh)
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| I want it made in gold (oo-oo-ooh)
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| Can’t stop
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| Won’t stop (stop, stop, stop, stop)
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| Can’t stop
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| Won’t stop (stop, stop, stop, stop)
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| Could hop the bus and hit the town
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| And rock another stage
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| Crash another couch
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| And hope the asshole fuckin' paid
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| Buy a one way ticket see that when I was afraid
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| I deserve this shit for all the sacrifice I made
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| If money make you rich
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| Then money make you famous
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| You call me a bitch
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| But that’s just 'cause you hate this
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| I’ll be in the ditch
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| I’ve been through the ringer
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| But I’ll be standing at the top
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| Waving my middle finger, sayin'
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| Can’t stop
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| Won’t stop
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| I get it on my own
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| Take this, fake shit
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| And turn it into gold
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| Can’t stop
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| Won’t stop
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| I want it made in gold (oo-oo-ooh)
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| I want it made in gold (oo-oo-ooh)
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| Can’t stop
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| Won’t stop (stop, stop, stop, stop)
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| Can’t stop
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| Won’t stop (stop, stop, stop, stop)
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| Can’t stop (oo-oo-ooh)
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| Won’t stop (stop, stop, stop, stop)
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| Can’t stop (oo-oo-ooh)
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| Won’t stop (stop, stop)
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| M-m-m-made in gold |