Song Length |
3:13 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
Lyrics
Money money money
Money money money
I work all week to pay my bills
but you never notice that i'm
tongue tied, death white, hung dried, red eyed
and i need to sit for a while
What do you expect of me?
Think I'll pay for everything?
If you wanna be with me you're gonna have to show me some
Money
Chorus
WHere do you want to go tonight?
This time I won't spend a lot
If you want to get on top
you're gonna have to show me some
Money money money
Money money money
All week you sit
talking your shit
and i never get a word in
to let you know
that you should grow
up stop asking daddy for dough
Oh who do you think you are?
You're never gonna be a star
Well if you wanna be with me your gonna have to show me some
Money
Chorus
Well you're so pretty i know
And you've got heads turning every where you go
But i can't deal with your show
No i can't deal with your show so
Chorus
You're gonna have to get a job
You're gonna have to get a job