7 Rings

Album: Thank U, Next (2018)
Charted: 1 1
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  • Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles
    Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
    Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
    Buy myself all of my favorite things (Yeah)
    Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch
    Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage?
    Rather be tied up with calls and not strings
    Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah (Yeah)

    My wrist, stop watchin', my neck is flossy
    Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin'
    You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
    I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yeah)

    I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
    I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (Yeah)
    You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it (So that boy know)
    I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (2 Chainz, yep)

    My ideas are priceless, I know I'm the nicest
    I knew you would like this, I must be psychic
    I'm from the streets, baby, I'm nothing like them (Tru)
    She's sweet in the day, but freaky when night come (Tell 'em)
    It's mine, invested (Uh); I spend it on necklace (Uh)
    I got the cash if I don't get credit (Uh)
    And I'm well respected so she feel protected
    So scratch all the exes (Ex), it's next like contestants (Woo)
    It's blessings, no stressing, I'm flexing
    Got one car parked right in the entrance
    Got one car parked right at the exit
    See, you didn't expect this, you think like a robot
    I put bands in yo face like Botox

    (Yeah) I want it (Yeah), I got it, I want it, I got it (Uh)
    I want it, I got it (Uh), I want it, I got it (Baby)
    You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it (Oh yeah)
    I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yep)

    Yeah, my receipts be lookin' like phone numbers
    If it ain't money, then wrong number
    Black card is my business card
    The way it be settin' the tone for me
    I don't mean to brag, but I be like, "Put it in the bag," yeah
    When you see them racks, they stacked up like my ass, yeah
    Shoot, go from the store to the booth
    Make it all back in one loop, gimme the loot
    Never mind, I got the juice
    Nothing but net when we shoot
    Look at my neck, look at my jet
    Ain't got enough money to pay me respect
    Ain't no budget when I'm on the set
    If I like it, then that's what I get, yeah

    I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (Oh yeah)
    I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (Oh yeah, yeah)
    You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
    I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (I see, yep)Writer/s: Ariana Grande, Kimberly Krysiuk, Njomza Vitia, Oscar Hammerstein, Richard Rodgers, Taylor Monet Parks, Victoria Monet
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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