Lyrics

I got the fever, I'm a junky for the cash The more I make the more I seem to splash Fast like water through my grip I couldn't stretch a wage as far as I could spit Never had time for morals or gallantries Just pound for pound and which pocket my money's in I spend my days getting paid and laid Can't fight the fever and don't want to be saved Ya know what I mean I'm just an addict for the clean green I get stiff when I hear a money spinner, I'm Only a man if my money clip's bigger Than the next man's that's the way it is It ain't worth a shit if you don't get to show it You'll always hear me 'cause my money is my mouth I got a woman but I love my bank account Wouldn't kick the habit if I could I'm just low down dirty and no good I've got the fever, yeah I've got the fever I've got the fever, yeah I've got the fever Don't get me wrong, I don't work for no fix Just a cool line of cash is how I get my kicks Don't ask for pennies in your pot I'd rather hit a slot or a ten to one shot The best things in life are never free But I know my dough always gets me what I need I do what I do to make it last I'd sell my mother for a buck and my brother for less than half I've got the fever, yeah I've got the fever I've got the fever, yeah I've got the fever I got the fever like a doggy for the beaver Sniff the clean green I'm a pro money breeder Straight on the break get a rush from the highest stake It's a mistake if ya don't make A fat slice of pie keeps me happy But I'm ecstatic when the whole thing comes gift wrapped to me Charity begins at the home And I hold on to that like a doggy with a bone Yeah hold on to that shit nice and tight baby Cause I, I, I, I I've got the fever, yeah I've got the fever I've got the fever, yeah I've got the fever
Writer(s): Stephen Oliver Jones, Sam Akinola Hickling, Paul Billington, Nicky Lockett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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