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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Serena
Serena
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stan Nicolae
Stan Nicolae
Songwriter
Baisan Radu
Baisan Radu
Composer
Diana Serban
Diana Serban
Songwriter
Nistor Mircea
Nistor Mircea
Songwriter

Lyrics

I count one Mississippi And I'm out of town Feel my vibe Feel it tonight Two Mississippi In the second round I just wanna feel this alright I don't wanna let go no more I don't wanna go home no more Till wicked sound is low And we dance into the daylight I want you feel my?? I don't need a Dollar, dollar bill I can feel the love you got... Gasolina! Burn it up Gasolina! The rich are getting richer everyday Well, well The poor men are suffering everywhere The rich are getting richer everyday Well, well, too much a wickedness I pray The rich are getting richer everyday Well, well The poor men are suffering everywhere The rich are getting richer everyday Well, well, too much a wickedness I pray I'm rich If you re mine I don't need a Dollar, dollar bill I can feel the love you got... Gasolina! Burn it up Gasolina! I count two Mississippi Put my high heels on Be in my vibe Feel it tonight Don't need cash 'Cuz got you now It's Saturday And the night is young I don't wanna let go no more I don't wanna go home no more Till wicked sound is low And it fades into the daylight I want you feel my?? I don't need a Dollar, dollar bill I can feel the love you got Gasolina! Burn it up Gasolina! The rich are getting richer everyday Well, well The poor men are suffering everywhere The rich are getting richer everyday Well, well, too much a wickedness I pray The rich are getting richer everyday Well, well The poor men are suffering everywhere The rich are getting richer everyday Well, well, too much a wickedness I pray I want you feel my?? I don't need a Dollar, dollar bill I can feel the I'm rich If you re mine I don't need a The rich are getting richer everyday Well, well The poor men are suffering everywhere The rich are getting richer everyday Well, well, too much a wickedness I pray It's not about the money anyway, away You make it, Feel it everyday. It s not about the struggle, away I m gonna make them sunny days.
Writer(s): Mircea Nistor, Nicolae Stan, Radu Gabriel Baisan, Diana Viorela Serban Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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