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

Yeah, I still miss her in a round about way But I still miss her in a round about way Around about the time that midnight rolls around 'Cause she's not around As far as all my friends can tell I took her leavin' well - that's kinda right 'Cause when I'm

Do I, do I, yeah, ooh Sometimes I don't think I deserve you So I say some fucked up shit just to hurt you But you know I do it all 'cause I love you So, baby, tell me I'm the one that deserves you Do we, do I, yeah, ooh Now why you wanna go and lose

I'm a bad bad girl I'm a bad girlfriend I'm a, I'm a, I'm a I'm a, I'm a Girlfriend, yeah Girlfriend (but you already knew that) I do some shit you can't forgive You tell me your birthday I forgot again

I'm about my issue babe Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da And you can tell by my name, yeah Whatever stands in my way, yeah Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take God with me I'ma find my way Nigga they ain't even fuck around

How you do it, how you do it to me About the way you work my body (work my body) But I just gotta tell somebody (tell somebody) Yeah and I know I shouldn't kiss and tell About the way you do my body babe How you work it, how you work it for me Hair

Hands on your body, I don't wanna waste no time Feels like forever even if forever's tonight Just lay with me, waste this night away with me You're mine, I can't look away, I just gotta say Yeah, I just had a lil' bit too much of Hennessy Just gotta tell

Everybody tellin' me I need to change But then y'all gon' complain when a nigga change Bossed up you sayin' lately he ain't been the same Fuck it y'all just wanna hate me anyways Fuck it yeah the money gettin' to my brain Yeah, I think I'm all that with

'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman Let me tell you how it will be There's one for you, nineteen for me Should five per cent appear too small Be thankful I don't take it all 'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman If you drive a car, I'll tax

Yes, the Black survivors! We're the survivors So I Idren, I sistren, We're the survivors (Ow-ow-ow-ow! Ow, ow-ow-ow-ow!) Yeah, yeah, yeah! How can you be sitting there Telling me that you care That you care?