Some say money is bad for the soul
Bad for the rock, bad for the roll
Bad for the heart, bad for the brain
Bad for damn near everything, oh yeah
It must be good for something
Come on pay the rent
Telephone, telefax, telefunkin’ teletrash
Tell a cop, tell a friend
Think we’ve hit the stoney end
Nothin’ left, nothin’ right
Now they want a bigger bite
Everybody wants some
Everybody wants some big money, oh yeah
They want big fat money
That’s what I want
Big fat money
Too much temptation
Enough to kill a generation
Space station, starvation, premature ejaculation
This ain’t groovin’, this ain’t funky
It’s on my back
But it ain’t my monkey, no
Oh yeah, gimme some of that big big money
That’s what I want
Big fat money
Big fat money
Smoke this, eat that
My ol’ lady’s gettin’ fat
High rise, high rent
Before it’s earned, it’s all been spent
Where’s it gonna come from?
Who’s it gonna go to?
Ain’t beatin’, but I’m being eatin’ by money, oh yeah
Big big money, gimme, gimme, gimme
Some of that big money, alright
That’s want I want
Well alright, oh, big big money
Now gimme, gimme, gimme
Some of that big money
That’s what I want
That’s all I need
Gimme big fat money
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Gimme some of that big fat money
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