Money - The Count's Dungeon Remix

作曲：David Byrne,Sam Spiegel,Carlton Douglas Ridenhour,Ras Congo,Thomas Dato,Jose Henrique Pinheiro

Man say the love have money

(Come on)

So no matter what dem say

It's the order of the DJ

Adam said, "Eve, now listen to me

Anything you want you can have

So be a good girl, and let's make a deal

Swimming pool and four car garage"

"The world is your friend

The door's opening

Anything you want that you need"

"Whoever you need, they're acting so sweet

Money changes everything"

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

De one dollar bill dat a George Washington

Two dollar dat a Thomas Jefferson

Five dollar bill a Abraham Lincoln

Ten dollar bill a Andrew Jackson

Twenty dollar bill a Alexander Hamilton

Big like giant or yah small like dwarf

Small like dwarf or yah big like giant

Fifty dollar bill, say dat a Ulyses Grant

Hundred dollar bill a Benjamin Franklin

Out pon de street there is a lot of killing

Fighting, fussing, blood is spilling

All over the world, man they are grilling

Out pon de street me have fi watch fi me head

In a me pocket and I don't got no bread

Buss up de copper and dem buss up de lead

Each and every day dem find another man dead

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

I smell the smell going around

I'm getting pounded in the ground

With this funny money still cycling around

You know the Euro

Kicking Uncle Sam in the who know

You know, deniro, the root of all evil

Yeah, I know you can't stand it

Being broker than the Ten Commandments

And the broker ain't planned this

Now they talkin' the Amero damn it

When it come down to it

Some can see right through it

Chuck D, sorry that drink's not on me

You can stick to it, just don't flip to it

For the sake of money, superstar cars

You see hi-def on somebody's plasma TV

Who go from rags to riches

And spend their riches on rags

Similar bags with designer name tags

Be glad you got yourself cause they mad

They fake, plus they making mad mistakes

(They tell you your wise)

You wait and see you can't replace that space

And I bet money can't keep that smile on your face

Everybody's nice to you now

(Money)

Dollars and sense

(You mad at the money that you spent, uh)

It's fun to do but is it allowed?

(Sing)

Poor girl in a house of correction

You're sexy as hell

But it won't pay the bills forever

Bright lights and no information

Your feet hit the ground

When you lost what you found

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money

Stay on top

Make sure you make it

Make sure that it don't make you

That goes back old school

As far as you can go back

That's right, you make the money

Make sure the money don't make you

Be about something