Money for nothin' chicks for free We got to install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators we gotta move these color TV's That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free (I want my,

I wanna, lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, know what-what's your fantasy Give it to me now, give it to me now Yeah,

Into the city where it all began You gotta move, you gotta move Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Time you gotta move When you, you gonna move to the city? Aw, child, ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me You pack your bags

We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these color TV's You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for

Club Tropicana, drinks are free Fun and sunshine, there's enough for everyone All that's missing is the sea But don't worry, you can suntan! Pack your bags And leave tonight Don't take your time Gotta move your feet, don't you miss the flight!

I know you don't even love the same, do you, do you? The way you move it's like you could use a vacation Drinking Hen' and the harder you dance I swear right now it look like you on a vacation Gotta get away, make it happen Whatever happened just had to

She make that back move (Damn) She made the titties move (Goddamn) I got the moves I'm making moves You gotta move (You gotta move) I make the city move (Like whoa) I made the city move I got the moves (I'm making moves)

Never let these nigga's ride your wave Nope, no way, nah Michael Phelps with the swim moves (Skrrt, skrrt, oh) Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt) Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe (Skrrt, skrrt, oh) We gon' go live, we gon'

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose Look, I don't dance now I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance

Love is a contact sport You gotta move in time If you want to do it right You gotta act untamed If you want to play the game So grab my hand, SLAM! It's so perplexing Why you fight it won't you try it