Crank City Lyrics – Money Song

Ain’t life special ain’t life grand, especially when it sits in the palm of your hand

I know the have-nots want what the have-gots flaunt cause from the day we

Wuz born we were all taught to count

 

Singing One dollar, 2 dollar, three dollar, four!

A crooked little game with a crooked little score

When it come ninth inning and you calculate your winnings, grinning,

Looking up at that roulette wheel spinning,  round and round,

 

going   £,  for pound.
Oh baby what’re we gonna do with all this money?

Guess I’m gonna hafta spend it all on you, honey.

 

And cold hard cash can’t buy you love, no.

But that we had before, even when we were poor,

I know that skin-flinting, penny-pinching, even with a good intention,

Sad to mention, but it won’t save your mortal soul, Lord no! For sure,

 

So kick back and let it flow.

My mama taught me more, more!

Get it, got it go, go!

Suck it up kid from the golden teat but baby-boy you’ve got to see,

There’s blood in the gutters of easy street,

So spread it round, pound for pound taking all my damies uptown.

 

Oh baby what’re we gonna do with all this money?

Guess I’m gonna hafta spend it all on you, honey.

 

And dance!

La la la..

25 dollar bills. 100 dollar bills. 50 000 dollar bills. 4 Billion dollar bills.

Oh baby what’re we gonna do with all this money?

Guess I’m gonna hafta spend it all on you, honey.