Lyrics Money Girl - Culture

Hey-hey
Everything gone up
Food gone up
Gas gone up
Car rental gone up
And everything gone up

For everywhere she see I are, she want money
Everywhere she see I are, she want money
(Rasta, you must be fool, you know)
Everywhere she see I are, she want money
(Rasta, you must be punk, you know)
Everywhere she see I are, she want money

She want Felucci pants and Bocas cap
Alta top and Clarks booty
She want Felucci, she want Clarks booty
Alta top and Bocas cap

For everywhere she see I are, she want money
(Rasta, you must be idiot)
Everywhere she see I are, she want money
(She must be a girl a punk up yourself)
Everywhere she see I are, she want money
Everywhere she see I are, she want money

Monday morning comes, she absent
Tuesday morning comes, she don't turn up at all
Wednesday evening come, I would-a eat a little fresh rice
'Cause I'm a italics
Thursday evening comes, she don't turn up at all
Friday morning come when I'm about to get mi pay
And when I look, her foot stretch out inna the way
(And I say, "What she a do you?")

For everywhere she see I are, she want money
(Rasta, you must be fool)
Everywhere she see I are, she want money
Everywhere she see I are, she want money
(She name everything)
Everywhere she see I are, she want money

Monday morning comes, she absent
Tuesday morning comes, she don't turn up at all
Wednesday evening come, I would-a eat a little fresh rice
Because I'm a italics
Thursday evening comes, she don't turn up at all
Friday morning come when I'm about to get pay (Yeah)
And when I look, her foot stretch out inna the way
(What she a do you?)

Everywhere she see I are, she want money
(Rasta, you must be buck)
Everywhere she see I are, she want money
(She must be a Rasta who's full of shit)
Everywhere she see I are, she want money
(And she want it, she can't get it)
Everywhere she see I are, she want money

She have gold 'round her ankle, gold 'round her waist
Gold around her little neck and chest
Gold in her ears and gold in her nose
Gold 'round her headside, gold 'round her eye

For everywhere she see I are, she want money
(I don't know how come I hear so much gold, you know, Rasta)
Everywhere she see I are, she want money
(Might if you a mix it with some spirit)
Everywhere she see I are, she want money