Money
I’m talkin some real affluenza type shit here

Let’s see how Armani suits me
Italian leather boots would look damn good on me
You can’t buy love, cash can’t make me happy
It’s a burden to be rich, so why don’t you slap me
Down with millions, even hundreds, even fifties, even twenties
If you’re gonna make a mess of me, mess me up with too much money

(money)
I want to live a life of leisure
(leisure)
I’ll even render some to Caesar
If you’ll let me keep the rest
(a real Rolex and a gold toothed grin)

Now, Father, I’ve been tested with inexorable lust
And great white mountains of magic pixie dust
Oh, I’ve failed love, I’ve broken trust
I’m sure I’ve earned your August disgust
You know my predilection for vice and addiction
So why don’t make me a new proposition?
If you must incessantly tempt and test
If you’re gonna make a mess of me
Mess me up with too much money

(money)
I want to live a life of leisure
(leisure)
I’ll even render some to Caesar
If you’ll let me keep the rest
(a real Rolex and a gold toothed grin)

Test me with money, fat wads of cash
Try me with money, send me a stash
Tempt me with greed, give me more than I need
Stacks of greenbacks, make my check (check) book (book) bleed
(ooOhooOh)

If you’re gonna make a mess of me
Mess me up with too much money
(money)
I want to live a life of leisure
(leisure)
I’ll even render some to Caesar
If you’ll let me keep the rest
(a real Rolex and a gold toothed grin)
If you’re gonna make a mess of me
Mess me up with too much money
(money)
I want to live a life of leisure
(leisure)
I’ll even render some to Caesar
If you’ll let me keep the rest
(a real Rolex and a gold toothed grin)