Money - Andi

Got a jet black soul with a jet black card

Say you love the planet 'cause you drive a Tesla

Oh you, don’t have a clue

Your friends talk trash the second you turn your back

Word on the street is that you bought a fake bag

Boohoo, I feel so bad for you

Wrong, it feels so fucking wrong

Caring about materials

I’ve fallen victim now, I’m ill

You’re so mean until you see all the green

Daddy’s little girl until he takes away your money

You’re so fake just like that belt on your waist

The least that you could do is have a little bit of taste

What a shame that money goes to waste

Money, money, money, money…

Wanna be a star, find someone to pay

Two write your songs and give you your name

So cruel, what money can do

Wrong, but it’s not your fault

That you were born into this world

Ran by a little rectangular papers

You’re so mean until you see all the green

Daddy’s little girl until he takes away your money

You’re so fake just like that belt on your waist

The least that you could do is have a little bit of taste

What a shame that money goes to waste

Money, money, money, money…

The irony the people sleeping on the streets of Beverly

In Hollywood, the slimy eat and keep secrets in their bellies

Drive around your new Audi so the less fortunate can see

Everybody wants a piece of me but they can keep their money

Daddy’s little girl until he takes away your money

You’re so fake just like that belt on your waist

The least that you could do is have a little bit of taste

What a shame that money goes to waste

Money, money, money, money…