Money - The Hatters

Money, money

Money, money

Money

I break in white house doors

Ain’t oppressed by your laws

Money’s got me big balls

But not for me the bell tolls

All you need is cash and fame

And huge house in LA

You think you’re a God

I hate to break it to you, but

You forget one moment

All true things don’t have a price on them

Deep down these you still know

Money’s a good thing to have, yeah

Money loves money ()

Money loves count ()

But it’s what I am

Thinking about

Money loves money ()

Money loves count ()

But it’s what I am (?)

Money’s gave me nothing

People standing, laughing

Bought them all for money

That’s why I don’t really care

All you need is cash

All you need is

You think you’re a God

I hate to break it to you, but

You forget one moment

All true things don’t have a price on them

Deep down these you still know

Money’s a good thing to have, yeah

Money loves money ()

Money loves count ()

But it’s what I am

Thinking about

Money loves money ()

Money loves count ()

But it’s what I am

Dreaming about

Money loves money

Money loves count

But it’s what I am

Thinking about

Deep down these you still know