Free Lyrics - Perfectionist - Natalia Kills

I got some money in my pocket and I wanna go shopping 

An go buy me some things I like 

I saw some kicks up in the mall, that I just gotta be rocking 

I love to rock them things I like 

I'm no material guy, I just wanna look fly 

Cool suits, dope boots doin' them things I like 

'Cause when I get my gears straight 

Them honey's gonna be shocking, shocking, yeah shocking yeah 

I'm free 

I just spent all my money 

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

Free 

Burned a hole in my pocket 

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

Call me a perfectionist 

Addicted to immaculate 

The hair right, shoes tight 

Got to look the dress the part 

With nothin' in my pocket 

Got a catwalk for a closet 

On my last lonely dollar 

Lock me up before I hit the store 

Wanna be like Midas 

But my bank account is minus 

Gotta stretch that dollar bill 

Stretch that dollar 

Need a genie in a bottle 

Change a quarter to a hundred 

Gotta stretch that dollar bill 

Stretch that dollar bill 

I'm free 

I just spent all my money 

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

Free 

Burned a hole in my pocket 

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

I wear it once 

And I don't pop the tags 

The next day I'ma bring it back 

I'm at the store 

Can't find nothin' 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 it, I'ma take it 

Gotta stretch that dollar bill 

Stretch that dollar 

This Vogue is only paper 

I can't wear the glossy pages 

Gotta stretch that dollar bill 

Stretch that dollar bill 

I'm free 

I just spent all my money 

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

Free 

Burned a hole in my pocket 

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

Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha twenties out 

Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha twenties out 

Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha fifties out 

Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha fifties out 

I got some money in my pocket and I wanna go shopping (shopping) 

And go buy me some things I like 

I saw some kicks up in the mall that I just gotta be rockin' (rockin') 

I love to rock them things I like 

I'm no material guy, I just wanna look fly 

Cool suits, dope boots doin' them things I like 

'Cause when I get my gears straight 

Them honey's gonna be shocking, shocking, yeah shocking yeah 

I need to marry a man from Bel-Air 

One rack, two rack ladies clear 

I can feel the aircraft hangar 

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 a overdraft, I'ma overdraft 

If the bank man calls, just tell him 

I'm free 

I just spent all my money 

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

Free 

Burned a hole in my pocket 

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

Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha twenties out 

Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha twenties out 

Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha fifties out 

Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha fifties out 

I'm free, free, free yeah 

I just spent all my money 

But I rocked that like it don't 

Cost a thing 

Oh, it don't cost a thing 

Don't cost a thing 

Yeah, oh oh oh