Money, money, money
Baby it’s all about the money
If I don’t get my money
You don’t get no honey
Don’t you dare touch baby, this ain’t funny
Look at my body.
Do you think I can take care of it without your money?
I’ve got my bills to pay
Shopping to do and friends to see
Boy you better go work for that money
You get what you want
When I get what I want
What did you think when we got together?
Nothing in life is for free
Baby you’re gotta work for me
Please don’t come home telling me you didn’t get pay
If that’s your excuse then boy please get away
You brag to your friends because you got a girl like me
I do love you, but what’s love without money
Baby it’s all about the money.
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Book of words.
PoetryWriting down what I feel at the moment I feel it has always work for me. I will no longer have that weight or burden to carry around anymore, It frees me. I just want to share them with you guys. I hope you like them, so enjoy reading them just as...
