Lyrics

Money is the Bentley parked on Wall Street Money is the new friends you make each week Money is the inside guy at the bank Money is the yacht right before it sank Bet you never thought you'd want so much Bet you never thought I'd be so tough So you sell your soul for a piece of the pie Now you can't sleep so you don't even try I wouldn't want to be like you I wouldn't want to be like you No way I wouldn't want to be like you You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie But that don't make it true Money is the monkey giving you a back ache Money is the grease in the palm of a handshake Money covers up all the evidence Not taking all the money would have made the best sense Bet you never thought you'd bleed that much Bet you never thought I'd be so rough You thought you could beat them at their game But they wrote the rules, now you take the blame I wouldn't want to be like you I wouldn't want to be like you No way I wouldn't want to be like you You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie But that don't make it true All the players on the sidelines Feigning shock and innocence Hear no, see no, speak no evil Take the fall for all of the place Money is the orange jumpsuit you're wearing Money is the gray roots in your blonde hair and Money is the ex-wife and the ex-girlfriends Money you hid is the money they're spending Here's to the brand new diamond bracelet Here's to the two-timed ankle bracelet Here's to the days before you went down 'Cause what goes around comes around and around I wouldn't want to be like you I wouldn't want to be like you No way Oh, I wouldn't want to be like you You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie But that don't make it true I wouldn't want to be like you No way Oh, I wouldn't want to be like you You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie But that don't make it true No, that don't make it true No, that don't make it true
Writer(s): Sheryl Suzanne Crow, Jeffrey Robert Trott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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