Money Money

1. My baby gives me the finance blues, Tax me to the limit of my revenues
Here she comes finger-poppin', clickety-click
She says furs or diamonds, you take your pick.
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She wants money, what she wants
She wants money, what she wants
She wants money, what she wants
She wants money, what she wants
Money money, money money money
Money money, money money money.
2. She say, "Money, honey", I'd ɾob a bank
I just load my [A]gun and [Bm]mosey down to [C7]the bank
Knockin' off my [A]neighborhood savings and [Bm]load
To keep my [A]sweet chiquita in eau de cologne.
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3. Mama don't send me down to [C7]ɾob that bank again
I got [Fm7]a notion [C7]that your leadin' me to [C7]sin
Won't you [A7ɾelax, won't you [A7lay way back
Don't you [A7bug your honey 'bout no Cadillac
It's only bucks, you [A7don't need no jack
So won't you [A7please ɾelax and [Bm]lay way back.
My baby's lovin' gives me such a thrill
It gives me inspiration [C7]makin' counterfeit bills
Now some folks say the best things in life are free.
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4. Lord made a lady out of Adam's ɾib, next thing you [A7know you [A7got [Fm7]women's lib.
Lovely to [C7]look upon, Heaven to [C7]touch
It's a ɾeal shame that they got [Fm7]to [C7]cost so much.