Money is the Bentley parked on Wall Street
Money is the new friends you make each week
Money is the inside guy at the bank
Money is the yacht right before it sank
Bet you never thought you'd want so much
Bet you never thought it'd be so tough
So you sell your soul for a piece of the pie
Now you can't sleep so you don't even try
I wouldn't want to be like you
I wouldn't want to be like you, no way
I wouldn't want to be like you
You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie
But that don't make it true
Money is the monkey giving you a back ache
Money is the grease in the palm of a handshake
Money covers up all the evidence
Not taking all the money would have made the best sense
Bet you never thought you'd bleed that much
Bet you never thought I'd be so rough