Tommy Waring Ft Mike SB
"Money"
Driving jet planes, vegas, crap game
I'm just here for a good time.
Money, power, Whiskey sour, two way - and now I feel fine.
Quiet whispers, suited misters, act like friends but they're not, not.
Couple Pictures, Tabloid fixtures, Part of life and the prime time.
But I love it, I think I need some more
But I love it, I guess I want some more
But I love it, I know I need some more
Need some more, Need some more.
Money, Money, mon
I just want to be great
I just want a lil real estate
I just want to eat good,
Five stars on the dinner plate.
Me and Tommi go back
Way back, to them Cali days.
We were feeling like Jimmy,
Waking up to that Purple Haze
These dollar Signs on my mental.
Got me shinning gold on my dentals.
Soon that Lamborghini that I've been dreaming 'bout,
Isn't going to be a rental.
Need that coupe, and I need a four door.
Make a million, and then four more.
I need a condo, in the seashore.
This happiness you can't pay for.
But I love it, I think I need some more
But I love it, I guess I want some more
But I love it, I know I need some more
Need some more, Need some more.
Money, Money, mon
(I think he says " Beat it" in the background)
(Dope Saxophone solo)
(Airplane noises)
Money, Money, mon