Money Talk - The Pretenders, Bob Clearmountain

I’ll come in your car to talk business

No business, no money talk

Zero in on my full of intentions

Think you got it because you pulled up and stopped

If money is the root of all evil

I’m begging at the feet of the devil

Talk to me please

Money talk to me

Twenty gets you straight

Forty gets you other

Think of what a hundred could do

I’ve been gifted with the thing that you want

Who’s better than who

Never underestimate a woman like me

The kids have got to eat

And man, that’s reality, you see

Money talk to me

You’re so deluded

You think that I’m real

You pass your hormones off as love

For five minutes you feel

You can buy a squeegy little silicone sack

But it won’t feed the world like the ones that I pack naturally

Money talk to me