Money

If I had a lot of money in my account
I would spend them all on my ol' aunt
I would buy her a car I would buy her a house,
just like miss Taylor, buy an elephant
I would stay down, fine dine, sell my precious time Champagne breakfast everyday if I'm down
Invest it all in risky crime
I would fly my jet to the guy next door
Build an elevator to my first floor
Never walk a meter if my feet are sore
Just stay in bed and spend some more
Online casinos and hookers and whores
Get my Fox news readings straight from the source.
Cut my hair like Donald Trump
To make a good impression in the boy scout camp
I would sing chanson to prove I love the art
Buy a Monet just for a start
I would spoil my friends if they're rich too
Never give a fuck, eat the liver from a duck
If you have no money in your account,
I would ask you to leave, don't waist my time
If I had a lot of money in my account,
the Monroe about diamonds would be my chant
So thank you Lord for making me poor
Thank you Lord for making me poor



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Writer(s): Mandla Ngcongwane, R. Zungu, Bitumelo Masemola, Crighton Goodwill
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