Cold Hard Money - Live
Said, I got me a hundred dollars
Got three more days to go
Gotta play me a gig at a downtown bar
So I can make me some dough
You know that I'm broke
Ain't it funny
Every time I make a dollar
Take a quarter and a nickel from it
It's kinda hard to keep it
From burnin a hole in my blue jeans
If you know the pain
Of buyin gas with change
You know I'm talkin bout, talkin bout
Cold Hard Money
I gotta have that money
Need me some of that money
I gotta have that Cold Hard Money
It can buy you a lot of things
Three piece suit to a diamond ring
A bag of weed or some dirty cocaine
Hell, it can even buy you love
Get you a car, get you a house
Sittin right there on a hill
In can buy you a life you never knew you could have
Or buy you a ticket to hell
You know I'm talking bout
Money
Gotta have that money
You know I love that money
Let me get that Cold Hard Money
You can get it serving tables
Or driving a truck
You can have a pocket full
Or be down on your luck
You can have a couple pennies
Or a million bucks
It's the root of all evil
But who gives a fuck
We want money
Steady chasin it
Like a dog runnin after his tail
There ain't no escaping it
Some people die for it
And others find themselves sitting in jail
You know I love that money
Got three more days to go
Gotta play me a gig at a downtown bar
So I can make me some dough
You know that I'm broke
Ain't it funny
Every time I make a dollar
Take a quarter and a nickel from it
It's kinda hard to keep it
From burnin a hole in my blue jeans
If you know the pain
Of buyin gas with change
You know I'm talkin bout, talkin bout
Cold Hard Money
I gotta have that money
Need me some of that money
I gotta have that Cold Hard Money
It can buy you a lot of things
Three piece suit to a diamond ring
A bag of weed or some dirty cocaine
Hell, it can even buy you love
Get you a car, get you a house
Sittin right there on a hill
In can buy you a life you never knew you could have
Or buy you a ticket to hell
You know I'm talking bout
Money
Gotta have that money
You know I love that money
Let me get that Cold Hard Money
You can get it serving tables
Or driving a truck
You can have a pocket full
Or be down on your luck
You can have a couple pennies
Or a million bucks
It's the root of all evil
But who gives a fuck
We want money
Steady chasin it
Like a dog runnin after his tail
There ain't no escaping it
Some people die for it
And others find themselves sitting in jail
You know I love that money
Credits
Writer(s): Marc Ridge
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