Claire's Song
When I was a boy I never played with toys
Never had a friend, never laughed or cried much
And when I was a boy my father was a man
With a strict and sturdy hand, no soft touch
Make that money, make that money
Make that money run like honey on your tongue
Gotta make that money, make that money
Listen sonny, learn to sting before you're stung
Now that I'm a man every penny has been planned
I'm financially grand and perfectly greedy
Sentimental fools, I make all your rules
I've got your cash, your jewels, they're all mortgaged to me
Make that money, make that money
Make that money run like honey on your tongue
Gotta make that money, make that money
Listen sonny, learn to sting before you're stung
And I know 'cause he told me so, told me so
I believe him, I still believe
Give me that money
Controlling all your cash, I could make you live in trash
I eat pheasant, you eat hash, no philanthropy
But when it's time for me to croak bury me with all my dough
And where there should've been an oak my private money tree will grow
Make that money, said make that money
Make that money run like honey on your tongue
Told me so, told me so
He told me so
Never had a friend, never laughed or cried much
And when I was a boy my father was a man
With a strict and sturdy hand, no soft touch
Make that money, make that money
Make that money run like honey on your tongue
Gotta make that money, make that money
Listen sonny, learn to sting before you're stung
Now that I'm a man every penny has been planned
I'm financially grand and perfectly greedy
Sentimental fools, I make all your rules
I've got your cash, your jewels, they're all mortgaged to me
Make that money, make that money
Make that money run like honey on your tongue
Gotta make that money, make that money
Listen sonny, learn to sting before you're stung
And I know 'cause he told me so, told me so
I believe him, I still believe
Give me that money
Controlling all your cash, I could make you live in trash
I eat pheasant, you eat hash, no philanthropy
But when it's time for me to croak bury me with all my dough
And where there should've been an oak my private money tree will grow
Make that money, said make that money
Make that money run like honey on your tongue
Told me so, told me so
He told me so
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Writer(s): Russell Ferrante
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