You would lie to your money
You would steal from your own brother
People can't even walk the streets
They never know who in the world they're gonna meet
Money, money, money, money
Some people got to have it, yeah
Some people really need it
Talkin' y'all do things, do things, do things, bad things with it
Money, money, money, money
Ooh, you gotta do things, do things, do things, do things with it
Money, money, money, money
Do funny, funny things to ya
Brother, can you spare a dime
If you think you're children know it
Don't you let, don't you let, don't you let the money fool ya
Don't, don't, BulletBoys say
Ooh don't lie to your mother
All I got left to say, let freshen money no more