Lyrics

Baby don't take cash Baby don't take credit Baby takes it out Gets ninety-odd pounds of flesh And she puts it to work Pixel-perfect When she's in my hand Catch her in the morning Wandering through some foreign land She's burning like a fireballl She's consuming one and all A sight that delights and appalls me Roaring like a hurricane Leaving nothing quite the same Bringing good stuff to my brain Such a big noise in the room She talks, she booms (and you know it's true) Everybody got to get with her plan Makes a hundred-thousand In one single day (you know it's true) That she's right on her righteous way