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Backstory:

Sheryl life story getting to her goals.. to have more than one million is to be a multimillionaire.                                                                                 

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I want to be a Multi Millionaire
Vera Ann and Melynda Ann wants one million to share with their kids
We can pop bubbles once the lid is off
Take our first vacation to California to Bel Air 
I want to be a Multi Millionaire
See my daughter driving a spider Ferrari with her mom
Buy our first weekend penthouse over looking Liberty in New York
I want be a multi Millionaire

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I'm independent bitch
I knew one day writing songs would get me rich
Never have to worry putting up with any man's shit
Show that muthafucker it never was his dick
I been a doll since the universe chose me as a six year old girl
You not Mr. It so what up think that your pants write this
I been capable of hits before your lover girl was in diapers
It was written in the stars that I see stars paraphrasing my lines
When I thought Sheryl was nobody it never crossed my mind
Sheryl the no one gonna have everything she wants in her own real play world

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I can come back to da old hood
Those who stuck behind me
Throw a few dollars
They never stop believing in me
Didn't cause any drama
When I was just make believing
Now the dream is real
They see nothing in this world is impossible
A poor country girl counting dollars with a number seven
Dreaming one day it be real cash to hold
After the truth Bens counting tomorrow
Now today is here
I'm on the first flight to Canada to SOCAN like Vera vision
Accepting my songwriter award
Right before its all over
I be in songwriters hall of fame
cause everyone know it started with a love game

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I can see my 20 room castle
Lay in the hot tub relaxing
My boyfriend with a diamond collar
He's my pet if he bark to loud
He'll get an early dismissal 
Next.
Now the only thing left is da white house
Be the first lady John Lennon could envision  in da house
I can teach the young children to imagine 
cause like my songs things changes things like MLK had a dream
Now mom never could understand
Daddy hung his head low little girl you got to let it go
Now they with smiles cause the baby girl flashing with a cash flow

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