Letra Free (feat. will.I.Am) de Natalia Kills

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Free (feat. will.I.Am)

Get your fives, get your tens, get your twenties out
Get your fives, get your tens, get your twenties out
Get your fives, get your tens, get your fifties out
Get your fives, get your tens, get your fifties out

I'm free
I just spent all my money
Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing
Free
Burn a hole in my pocket
Gonna rock LA and 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

Got nothing 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 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
Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing
Free
Burn a hole in my pocket
Gonna rock LA and 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
Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing
Free
Burn a hole in my pocket
Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing

Get your fives, get your tens, get your twenties out
Get your fives, get your tens, get your twenties out
Get your fives, get your tens, get your fifties out
Get your fives, get your tens, get your fifties 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 overdraftà I'm so over that
And if the bank man calls just tell him

I'm free
I just spent all my money
Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing
Free
Burn a hole in my pocket
Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing

Get your fives, get your tens, get your twenties out
Get your fives, get your tens, get your twenties out
Get your fives, get your tens, get your fifties out
Get your fives, get your tens, get your fifties out

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I'm free
 I just spent all my money
 Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing
 Free
 Burn a hole in my pocket
 Gonna rock LA and 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

Got nothing 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 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
 Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing
 Free
 Burn a hole in my pocket
 Gonna rock LA and 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
 Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing
 Free
 Burn a hole in my pocket
 Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing

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 overdraftà I'm so over that
 And if the bank man calls just tell him

I'm free
 I just spent all my money
 Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing
 Free
 Burn a hole in my pocket
 Gonna rock LA and it don't cost a thing