Lyrics

Money, (oh) money. Billionaire bored out of his mind bought himself Excitement that excites only those with too much wealth Spending it on toilet seats made of pure gold But sitting in his house all by himself is what we're told. They say money makes the world go round I wouldn't know cuz I haven't found The roadmap to the Holy Grail It's cash and chaos that prevail. Princess Dull was never satisfied with what she got Dhe would envy her friends hence cheat on them a lot The trouble with the dough is truly one of a kind Too much or not enough of it, both can make you lose your mind Now your ass may be broke and shit piles up a stack At least all the cash you lack won't treat you with a stroke. Now Billy and Ms Dull they'd make a real good match Sharing heartfelt delusions. Oh boy, what a catch! Now my ass may be broke and shit piled up a stack At least all the cash I lack won't treat me with a stroke
Writer(s): Stanislav Vana, Tania Saedi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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