|Genre||Folk > Political Folk|
|Copyright||© Global Friends Music|
Money Hunter, your money is a bitch ...
Moneyhunter rig the market scoop bonds up your soul is made from money and cheap hedgefonds Your money is a bitch it will leave you one morning blow flies around your shit take black sheep and take millions Moneyhunter what loves your wife the most now? her diamonds shows love is cold pay cash down. every bonus makes more rich pumps up your endorphins is there anyone among the folks denying your enjoyments? Moneyhunter some folks wish you in yail now save your pomp the mob is taking the street now to drive banks boost for profits it‘s just the poker face obsessions your pockets swells real big disappear on tax-free islands Moneyhunter hold the world of loan-powers in the shark tank of the craves in ivory towers your money is a bitch it will leave you one morning million miles away from Marx but close to lead the world on the road to ruin Moneyhunter, moneyhunter poor bones thief, moneyhunter, moneyhunter poor bones thief.