| Lyrics: | My baby gives me the finance blues, Tax me to the limit of my revenues.
Here she comes
finger-poppin', clickety-click
She says furs or diamonds, you take your pick.
She
wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants,
She wants money, what she wants,
She wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. Money money, money money
money.
She say, "Money, honey", I'd rob a bank,
I just load my gun and mosey down to
the bank.
Knockin' off my neighborhood savings and load,
To keep my sweet chiquita in eau
de cologne.
She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants,
Money
money, money money money. Money money, money money money.
Mama don't send me down to rob
that bank again,
I got a notion that your leadin' me to sin.
Won't you relax, won't you
lay way back,
Don't you bug your honey 'bout no Cadillac.
It's only bucks, you don't need
no jack.
So won't you please relax and lay way back.
My baby's lovin' gives me such
a thrill;
It gives me inspiration makin' counterfeit bills.
Now some folks say the best
things in life are free,
She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she
wants,
Money money, money money money. Money money, money money money.
Lord made a
lady out of Adam's rib, next thing you know, you got women's lib.
Lovely to look upon, Heaven
to touch;
It's a real shame that they got to cost so much |
