Dan The Automator - What Makes the World Go ‘Round (MONEY!) lyrics

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Dan The Automator - What Makes the World Go ‘Round (MONEY!) lyrics

I'm hip, blue chip makes gla**es connect Filled with champagne, toast to the bread we get The bigger the building, the bigger the foundation Peep how Wall Street is pimping our nation I feel bossy, watch my dough rise Kick folks in the street, glad I ain't those guys The bigger the building, the bigger the foundation Peep how Wall Street is pimping our nation When one wins, someone loses That's the chances It's competition, relieve finances So far but we reached our consensus If not, we'll meddle with consequences Traffic and bills, freeway of exchange One-way ticket, y'all lose, we gain USA, wave the flag like gang colors Bang on, but you'll be glad I came, brother CHORUS: My money ain't funny and it keep coming I welcome the money and the cash My money ain't funny and it keep coming I welcome the money and the cash At the welcome mat swollen fat In stupid stacks, the cash My money ain't funny and it keep coming I welcome the money and the cash Wall Street is rigged like a 14-wheeler No one gets the plot and we're not revealing We got to live like emperors We ain't going down We stay in the 1%, you under it It's like they sent the hellhounds On an ice cream cone How the global meltdown Financially, they ain't catching me They can't capture a phantom they haven't seen Fuss with your folks all day for crumbs You work, we play Hooray for us We're the master puppeteers with the leverage Sneak up behind and get a wedgie in With technology people are obsolete Fossil fuels is all you are to me Hugs go out to the world, I love you, fam Backslide your cash, I call that sleight of hand CHORUS Call us super rich, we're hero to y'all We hedge bets, scalp You give your half off Trust us, of course we'll give y'all a job One day you too can live high on the hog Wrong, you get Left in the hole starving Hit the margin, so what? That's your problem Hoard that bread just like the nasty hooker Heels crack the concrete She walkin' crooked Lookit, all the a**holes you see as stars All gonna be broke -- yep, the world is ours Put a twist on it too, like a Hefty bag In the end, it's fittin', what's left is trash Whistleblowers hiss like cobras If we sense resistance, it's over Bull market, bear market Wild kingdom? Yes, you the target CHORUS