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Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 20's out

Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 50's out

Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 20's out

Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 50's out

I'm free, I just spent all my money

But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

Free, burning holes in my pocket

But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

Call me a perfectionist

too too too too immaculate

That hair made, shoes tight

Got to look to dress The part

Nothing in my pocket

got a catwalk for a closet

On my last, only dollar

Lock me up before I hit The store

Wanna be like Midas when my bank account is minus

Gotta stretch that dolla' bill, stretch that dolla'

Need a genie in a bottle, change a quarter to a hundred

Gotta stretch that dolla' bill, stretch that dolla' bill

I'm free, I just spent all my money

But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

Free, burning holes in my pocket

But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

I wear it once and I don't pop the tag

The next day Imma bring it back

I'm at the store, can't find nothing cheaper than my credit score

My wallet's anorexic

Can I pay my rent the next month?

I can hear my name callin' from stilettos on display

Window shopping's overrated, if I see Imma take it

Gotta stretch that dolla' bill, stretch that dolla'

This Vogue is only paper, I can't wear the glossy pages

Gotta stretch that dolla' bill, stretch that dolla' bill

I'm free, I just spent all my money

But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

Free, burning holes in my pocket

But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 20's out

Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 20's out

Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 50's out

Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 50's out

I need to marry a man from Bel Air

One rack, two rack, ladies stare

I can fill an aircraft hanger with my coat hangers

Bankrupt, it don't matter

Girls give the eye 'cause they so mad

I could look fresh in a potato sack

Need an overdraft? I'm so over that

And if the bank man calls just tell him

I'm free, I just spent all my money

But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

Free, burning holes in my pocket

But I rock that like it don't cost a thing

Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 20's out

Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 50's out

Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 20's out

Get your 5's, get your 10's, get your 50's out

• Artist:Natalia Kills
• Album:Perfectionist (2011)