Lyrics

You think you understand how really broke I am You sit behind your desk count every penny you own You and your stupid smile I hope you both die I have no money left I have no reason to try Take my money and run Take my money and run I'm so sick and tired of all your bullshit The rich get richer and the poor get treated like shit I'd spare a dollar sir but I don't have a dime I sit around town living off overdraft Take my money and run Take my money and run Go on, take it!
Writer(s): Wayne Anthony Petti, Wayne Petti, Paul Lowman, Paul David Lowman, Jeffery David Peers, Jeffery Peers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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