Money, no, I don't need no money, no I mean, it's just money Tell me how you do it, do it It don't mean a thing without you Would you, would you want some right now? So take out your gun, the things that could do We can build from the start, will you

I hate to see the look on your face I wish I could make myself stay But our hearts don't live in the same space So tell me how to break yours with grace And you had money and cars, looked like a star You loved me so good, I could cry Brought me roses and

With a satisfied mind How many times have You heard someone say If I had his money I could do things my way But little they know That it's so hard to find One rich man in ten Once I was waitin'

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now We could've been somebody And came out of your body And came out of our body Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to

As a rock and roll star So inviting, so enticing to play the part I could play the wild mutation As a rock and roll star, get it on yeah I could do with the money I'm so wiped out with things as they are I'd send my photograph to my honey and I'd c'mon

With plenty of money and you. It's the root of all evil, Of strife and upheaval. But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny Well, baby, what I couldn't do In spite of the worry that money brings. Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things.