Money in My Pocket
Yes brethren
I've got money in my pocket and I just can't get no love, yeah
Money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
(I've got) money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
On the first and fifteenth, I am big league
Silver screen clean, son winning 'cause the sheen my ting
I hear the ring-ring, she be like, "T, why you don't link me?"
I hear chatty chatty, tell I, yuh brinks, yuh don't know
Man a gallis, ol' dog like we
But Don Juan Demarco tryna settle down see
They say you lay down with dogs, you get up with ease
I'm just a frog sipping tea and this love shit ain't free
So the money up but the love is gone
Bought her puppy dogs, she just bark a lot
So I double up with some other stuff
I brought her ice tings you know, diamonds, pearls, yeah
The stones were bright but still no shine-eyed girl
She cut mi deep, wi had deh ting lack like keys
But it seem, the more I love the less I see
So I tell my heart, hush up yourself
Thank god for health, time haffi tell what love you get
I got money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
The more I look (the more you look)
The less I see (the less, less, less...)
The more I look (yeah, the more I look)
Where can it be? Woah
I got a bad man wagon, swag like Batman
Leather pants sagging but still there's no loving
I got X amount respect from all of the brethren
Cash a big cheque but can't bank on love instead
I got nuff money to fold a spot we can all grow
But fat pum pum keep yuh warm, not fi get cold
I got one Call of Duty
Find a Carla Bruni, where she at? (Where she at?)
But ah mi say tell me where she at, tell me where can she be
A long time mi search and mi search already
Tell me where she at, tell me where can she be
A long time mi search already
I've been searching, and can't find no love today
Searching, love seems to fade away
'Cause I got money in my pocket and I just can't get no love, no love
Money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
The more I look, the less I see
The more I look, where can it be?
Woah
It's a great sound, isn't it?
I've got money in my pocket and I just can't get no love, yeah
Money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
(I've got) money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
On the first and fifteenth, I am big league
Silver screen clean, son winning 'cause the sheen my ting
I hear the ring-ring, she be like, "T, why you don't link me?"
I hear chatty chatty, tell I, yuh brinks, yuh don't know
Man a gallis, ol' dog like we
But Don Juan Demarco tryna settle down see
They say you lay down with dogs, you get up with ease
I'm just a frog sipping tea and this love shit ain't free
So the money up but the love is gone
Bought her puppy dogs, she just bark a lot
So I double up with some other stuff
I brought her ice tings you know, diamonds, pearls, yeah
The stones were bright but still no shine-eyed girl
She cut mi deep, wi had deh ting lack like keys
But it seem, the more I love the less I see
So I tell my heart, hush up yourself
Thank god for health, time haffi tell what love you get
I got money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
The more I look (the more you look)
The less I see (the less, less, less...)
The more I look (yeah, the more I look)
Where can it be? Woah
I got a bad man wagon, swag like Batman
Leather pants sagging but still there's no loving
I got X amount respect from all of the brethren
Cash a big cheque but can't bank on love instead
I got nuff money to fold a spot we can all grow
But fat pum pum keep yuh warm, not fi get cold
I got one Call of Duty
Find a Carla Bruni, where she at? (Where she at?)
But ah mi say tell me where she at, tell me where can she be
A long time mi search and mi search already
Tell me where she at, tell me where can she be
A long time mi search already
I've been searching, and can't find no love today
Searching, love seems to fade away
'Cause I got money in my pocket and I just can't get no love, no love
Money in my pocket and I just can't get no love
The more I look, the less I see
The more I look, where can it be?
Woah
It's a great sound, isn't it?
Credits
Writer(s): Boitumelo Ndida Sinqumo Molekane, Adrien Hicks, Florian Billon
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