Money Grabber

You think that I'm made of money You've got something coming honey Ain't no land of milk and honey My accountant thinks that's funny Instead of trying to use your brains You sit round and suck my veins Your kind of rat belongs in drains You're gonna beg around You're gonna beg around You like all those big fancy cars Trendy people and their wine bars But your lying will leave it's scars Get around, get on your horse Instead of trying to use your brains You sit 'round and suck my veins Your kind of rat belongs in drains You're gonna get around You're gonna get around Instead of trying to use your brains You sit round and suck my veins Your kind of rat belongs in drains You're gonna get around You're gonna get around You think that I'm made of reddies That makes me choke on my shreddies I may smile and act so sunny But this boy is not your dummy Instead of trying to use your brains You sit round and suck my veins Your kind of rat belongs in drains You're gonna get around You're gonna get around Marriages are made in heaven So what the hell happened to mine? ...