Free (Feat. Will.I.Am)

I got some money in my pocket and I wanna go shoppin'

And go buy me some things I like

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

I love to rock them things I like

I'm your material guy, I just wanna look fly

Cool suits, dope boots

Get them the things I like

'Cause when I get my gear straight them honeys gonna be jockin', yeah

I'm free

I just spent all my money

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

Free

Burnt a hole in my pocket

But I rock 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

I've 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 when 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

I'm free

I just spent all my money

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

Free

Burnt a hole 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 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 nam 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

I'm free

I just spent all my money

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

Free

Burnt a hole in my pocket

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

Get ya fives, get ya tens, get ya twenties out

Get ya fives, get ya tens, get ya twenties out

Get ya fives, get ya tens, get ya fifties out

Get ya fives, get ya tens, get ya fifties out

I got some money in my pocket and I wanna go shoppin'

And go buy me some things I like

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

I love to rock them things I like

I'm your material guy, I just wanna look fly

Cool suits, dope boots

Get them the things I like

'Cause when I get my gear straight them honeys gonna be jockin', yeah

I need to marry a man from Bel Air

One rack, two rack, ladies cleared

I can fill an aircraft hanger with my coat hangers

Bankrupt? It don't matter

Girls cut their eyes 'cause they so mad

I could look fresh in a potato sack

Need an overdraft on my overdraft

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

Burnt a hole in my pocket

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

Get ya fives, get ya tens, get ya twenties out

Get ya fives, get ya tens, get ya twenties out

Get ya fives, get ya tens, get ya fifties out

Get ya fives, get ya tens, get ya fifties out

Free, free, free

I'm free, free, free, yeah

I just spent all my money

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

Oh, it don't cost a thing

Don't cost a thing