Текст песни Money - Indra Rios-Moore

Money get away
Get a good job with more pay and
You′re okay
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I′ll buy me a football team

Money get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack
Money is a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I′m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

Money, it′s a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for payrise it′s no surprise
That they're giving you none away
Away, away, way
Away, away, away