| I’m fly and flash and my jive is sweet
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| Pressed in pleat right to my feet
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| But when it comes to cash
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| I’m incomplete
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| Datin' with no dough
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| I told my doll I’d take her on a date
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| On the condition that she’d have to wait
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| 'Cause I’ve never owned a car in the state
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| I’ll be datin' with no dough
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| The valets and the maitre d'
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| Roll out the red carpet for me
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| My looks are deceiving Lord
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| 'Cause when the check comes I’ll be gone
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| Guess I’m deadbeat but what a seller
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| If flash were cash I’d be a Rockefeller
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| As long as my game goes unknown
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| I’ll be datin' with no dough
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| I took my baby uptown
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| To show her that I had some class
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| The drink tab I could not pay
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| You know I ended the date with her foot up my
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| Yes I’m a deadbeat but what a seller
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| If flash were cash I’d be a Rockefeller
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| As long as my game goes unknown
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| I’ll be datin' with no dough |