Money

Homedog, you know that I need to go
On a spending spree like you've never seen
How you gonna do it? I don't know but if I flow
I might bank enough to rank my swag up
The value's gonna raise of the money I make
'Cause I hog so much, it starts to re-evaluate
I love money, call me Mr. Krabs
It's better than anything that you even have

Made of money up in Beverly Hills
Golden chains and dollar bills
Whoa whoa whoa, I'm out of control
For the money, I'd sell my soul

For the money, for the money
For the money, for the money
Everybody look at me, I just won the lottery
The money, for the money
For the money, for the money
I'd sell my soul for the money

My worst confession, I caused the Great Depression
I had so much cash that others couldn't last
Bill Gates? I never heard of him
Warren Buffett? My money murders his
I own McDonald's, I own Burger King
I'm an entrepreneur, I own everything, fool
Kicking back on the island I own
I own more money than Trump, you know!

Made of money up in Beverly Hills
Golden chains and dollar bills
Whoa whoa whoa, I'm out of control
For the money, I'd sell my soul

For the money, for the money
For the money, for the money
Everybody look at me, I just won the lottery
The money, for the money
For the money, for the money
I'd sell my soul for the money

Everybody look at me, I just won the lottery
Everybody look at me, I just won the lottery

The money, for the money
For the money, for the money
Everybody look at me, I just won the lottery
The money, for the money
For the money, for the money
I'd sell my soul for the money
For the money, for the money
For the money, for the money
Everybody look at me, I just won the lottery
The money, for the money
For the money, for the money
I'd sell my soul for the money



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Writer(s): Robert Gilbert, Fred Ebb, John Kander
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