Money Girl
You ever met a girl made of money?
With hips curved just so,
And lips of honey?
She'll reach in your pocket for one stingy dollar,
And drop me on the floor.
Isn't it funny?
She'll keep walking and notice a change.
Turn back around and see me again.
She drops some quarters in the process,
She picks me up with a little finesse.
Back at home, I'll sit on a shelf.
Admired along with the rest of her wealth.
Daddy said that "cash is obsolete"
It's a good thing I'm a penny of wheat.
Tabs coursing through you.
Coercion lights the room.
A thousand lumens,
Ready to consume?
So little papers
Grab you by the tongue.
You know you think you've won,
Like a puppet you're strung.
Tripping balls so I can
Justify your bigotry.
And I still don't
Give a fuck about the ministry.
'Cause last time I checked,
Priests rape religiously.
I'm obligated to spite America sophistically.
How many mountains do I have to move?
How many dollars does it take to prove?
That my dumb face was made for you.
Money girl, can you just fucking tell me how goddamn many?
She's walking swiftly and jumping around.
Making her mark on this god awful town.
She's spending so much and burning a hole
But it's okay, she's on his payroll.
Through and through I've been tried and true.
Don't know why I'm fixated on you.
My card got declined and I'm running low on luck
I could really go for a quick buck.
Tabs coursing through you.
Coercion lights the room.
A thousand lumens,
Ready to consume?
So little papers
Grab you by the tongue.
You know you think you've won,
Like a puppet you're strung.
Tripping balls so I can
Justify your bigotry.
And I still don't
Give a fuck about the ministry.
'Cause last time I checked,
Priests rape religiously.
I'm obligated to spite America sophistically.
How many mountains do I have to move?
How many dollars does it take to prove?
That my dumb face was made for you.
Money girl, can you just fucking tell me how goddamn many?
Look at the clock and it's 4:44
She's in a rush and she says she wants more
I'm more honest than the look on my face.
Can't lie, I don't mind the wait.
How many mountains do I have to move?
How many dollars does it take to prove?
That my dumb face was made for you.
Money girl, can you just fucking tell me how goddamn many?
With hips curved just so,
And lips of honey?
She'll reach in your pocket for one stingy dollar,
And drop me on the floor.
Isn't it funny?
She'll keep walking and notice a change.
Turn back around and see me again.
She drops some quarters in the process,
She picks me up with a little finesse.
Back at home, I'll sit on a shelf.
Admired along with the rest of her wealth.
Daddy said that "cash is obsolete"
It's a good thing I'm a penny of wheat.
Tabs coursing through you.
Coercion lights the room.
A thousand lumens,
Ready to consume?
So little papers
Grab you by the tongue.
You know you think you've won,
Like a puppet you're strung.
Tripping balls so I can
Justify your bigotry.
And I still don't
Give a fuck about the ministry.
'Cause last time I checked,
Priests rape religiously.
I'm obligated to spite America sophistically.
How many mountains do I have to move?
How many dollars does it take to prove?
That my dumb face was made for you.
Money girl, can you just fucking tell me how goddamn many?
She's walking swiftly and jumping around.
Making her mark on this god awful town.
She's spending so much and burning a hole
But it's okay, she's on his payroll.
Through and through I've been tried and true.
Don't know why I'm fixated on you.
My card got declined and I'm running low on luck
I could really go for a quick buck.
Tabs coursing through you.
Coercion lights the room.
A thousand lumens,
Ready to consume?
So little papers
Grab you by the tongue.
You know you think you've won,
Like a puppet you're strung.
Tripping balls so I can
Justify your bigotry.
And I still don't
Give a fuck about the ministry.
'Cause last time I checked,
Priests rape religiously.
I'm obligated to spite America sophistically.
How many mountains do I have to move?
How many dollars does it take to prove?
That my dumb face was made for you.
Money girl, can you just fucking tell me how goddamn many?
Look at the clock and it's 4:44
She's in a rush and she says she wants more
I'm more honest than the look on my face.
Can't lie, I don't mind the wait.
How many mountains do I have to move?
How many dollars does it take to prove?
That my dumb face was made for you.
Money girl, can you just fucking tell me how goddamn many?
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Writer(s): Casson Vandervoort
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