You know that I'm greedy for love 'Cause I'm so greedy, ooh And I'm greedy 'Cause I'm so greedy 'Cause I'm so Been in this state of mind Baby, you got lucky cause you're rocking with the best I ain't talking money, I'm just physically obsessed Been in

You never call me when you're sober Pour me one more, then another Keep me love drunk When I'm, when I'm, with you, with you Come on, tell me do you want me Do you need me like drugs need money Tell me once more who's your love for? Clearly I'm not

Some people laugh in the dark, Some people cry alone. Some people talk without sayin' a thing, And everything turns out gloomy. Some people count your money, Someone is countin' your days. And somebody got to keep track of your mind. When everything

Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome, money is the anthem Red, white, blue's in the skies, summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your National Anthem Tell me I'm your National Anthem (ooh yeah baby bow down, makin' me so wild

Kill the Lights! Mr. Photographer I think I'm ready for my close-up (tonight) Make sure you catch me from my good side (pick one) Is that money in your pocket? Or you happy to see me? The lights pure

Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (two to my brothers) Fame bring pain, but the pain make money (pain make money) Keep it one hunnit, baby girl, what's your number? (Girl, what's your number?) Girls numb the pain and the drugs get me numb-er

Forget about the price tag It's not about the money money money We don't need your money money money We just wanna make the world dance Ain't about the uh cha-ching cha-ching Ain't about the yeah b-bling b-bling Wanna make the world dance Everybody look

Honey, whaddya do for money So stop your love on the road All your digging for gold You make me wonder Whaddya do for money What you gonna do You're working in bars Riding in cars Never gonna give it for free

Angie, Angie Where will it lead us from here With no lovin' in our souls And no money in our coats You can't say we're satisfied When will those dark clouds all disappear You can't say we never tried Angie, you're beautiful But ain't it time we say

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The