Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your

It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me I don't know what they want from me Now, who's hot, who not? Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores? You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue

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

I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich And you so flawed niggas ain't 'bout shit Know that I'm goin' ball every chance I get Every chance I get, real talk, no shit Every chance I get, big money on this Know that I'm

This a way (fly) That'a way (fly) Got money (yeah) And you know it Take it out your pocket and show it (then) Throw it (fly) Gettin' mug From everybody who see then

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

I don't need a rich boy I don't want your money No, you don't gotta spend nothing on me All I want is sweet sweet love, sweet sweet love I don't want dollars No, you don't gotta be a high roller Hey! I don't need a rich boy All I want, sweet sweet love,

The girl is so dangerous Take away my money Throw away my time You can call me honey But you're no damn good for me The girl was bad The girl was dangerous She's so dangerous

I will stand alone I don’t need the money I do want for much These two hands Never will they mourn I’d rather you not love me Before you want too much I live deep in symmetry

They were doolin', doolin'-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money, and faithless women Red eye whiskey for the pain. Go down little dalton, it must be God's will Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeeville. Two voices call to you from where they