Money
You can put it in the bank, hide it in a jar
Scrap it up, save it up for a rainy day or blow it on a car
It doesn't matter if you're rich or just plain dirt poor
Totally set, swimming in debt
Everybody wants a little more
Moola, Greenback, Bread, Dough, Cash, Yeah Money
Gotta have Gold, Pearls, Diamond Rings
Houses, Boats, Cars, Ka-Ching, Money
Then Benjamin Franklins, Abraham Lincolns, Hamiltons, Washingtons
I know what you're thinking, Money.
You can bet on a race, win it in the mail
Do a lot of bad stuff and if ya got enough
It'll keep you out of jail
It'll rent a limousine, drive you to the mall downtown
Where you can eat til you pop or shop til you drop
But don't leave home without
Moola, Greenback, Bread, Dough, Cash, Yeah Money
Gotta have Gold, Pearls, Diamond Rings
Houses, Boats, Cars, Ka-Ching, Money
Then Benjamin Franklins, Abraham Lincolns, Hamilitons, Washingtons
I know what you're thinking, Money
It's printed, stacked and stamped
Before it gets to you and me
It might be made out of wood
But it don't grow on trees
Moola, Greenback, Bread, Dough, Cash, Yeah Money
Gotta have Gold, Perals, Diamond Rings
Houses, Boats, Cars Ka-Ching, Money
Then Benjamin Franklins, Abraham Lincolns, Hamiltons, Washingtons
I know what you're thinking, Money
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