Lyrics 7 RINGS Ariana Grande

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Ariana Grande / Kimberly Krysiuk / Njomza Vitia / Oscar Hammerstein / Richard Rodgers / Taylor Monet Parks / Victoria Monet
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Ariana Grande / Kimberly Krysiuk / Njomza Vitia / Oscar Hammerstein / Richard Rodgers / Taylor Monet Parks / Victoria Monet
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 Been threw some bad shit I should be a sad bitch Who would have thought it'd turn me to a savage? Rather be tied up with cuffs and not strings Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah I got 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 Give me the loot Never mind, I got the juice Nothing but net when we shoot Look at my neck? My smile is beaming The way it shine, I know you've seen it Bought a crib just for the closet Both his and hers, I want it, I got it... They say money doesn't solve your problems Whoever said that must not have money to solve them Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines Buy myself all of my he, he, he, tea They say "Which one?" I say "No, I want all of 'em" I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it
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