In the basement, whoa down in the basement Oh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long? In the basement, down in the basement, yeah. Oh where can you go when your money gets low? And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be

Get away with your guns now Money money money Root of all evil Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy Through rocking the microphone and she's calling me

Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been spending my money on other women You've been taking money from someone else I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago Come back home baby, try my love one more time Well your mother

Being pretty ain't pretty, it takes all day long You spend all your money just to wipe it all off You spray on your perfume, you spray on your tan Get up in the morning, do it over again Being pretty ain't pretty at all I fought it all for a while But I

(Shadrach, meshack, abednego) Loose booty Booty, loose booty Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey When you're tryin' to flee from any fakin' grin I tell you what to do from, just bring my money in Find yourself some roots to let it all hang out Get into

Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago Come on back home baby, try my love one more time You say I've been spendin' my money on other women But you've been runnin' with somebody else Well your

Crucify you Now the party's over And the money's all gone You remember feeling like Your girl has left your side And now you're gonna get crucified They're gonna crucify you In those old cotton fields back home

All the love that's here tonight Money cannot buy There's just you and I So lift your hands toward the sky Lift your hands toward the sky We don't wanna fight So sing with me our battle cry Sing with me our battle cry

And be happy for the rest of your life Make a little more love Make a little less money Off a little less honey Can’t have it made there in the shade When you’re workin’ all the time Make a little more love, more love Be happy for the rest of your life

What a way to go Twenty five years working for the state Saved all your money, got a good rate Always thinking 'bout that pension plan The day of retirement, the promised land, well Got a finish off that swimming pool Get some umbrellas, don't wanna be