F**k You Money

Long as I remember people around

Always find a way of looking down

They remember my family name

Always talking 'bout where I came from

Wouldn't give me the time of day

Never listen to a word I say

Now they wanna act like we're best friends

What a coincidence

I got fuck you money

Champagne and diamond rings

I got fuck you money

I ain't worried 'bout a thing

You thought that you would keep me down

But I ended up on top

I got fuck you money

Don't ever have to stop

And that's the thing about finally having all you need

You can take your time

You don't have to beg and plead

I recall a time when you coulda had all my love and more

But you couldn't see the dream in me

You said I was too damn poor

I got fuck you money

Champagne and diamond rings

I got fuck you money

I ain't worried 'bout a thing

You thought that you would keep me down

But I ended up on top

I got fuck you money

I don't ever have to stop

People say I've changed and lately I've lost touch

That I'm uptown, no longer down to earth and such

And even though there ain't much now I can't afford

Ain't much changed round here 'cause every Sunday, oh lord

We still fry in the kitchen, feet on the floor

Now my show sellin' out on tour

Seems like every other city I'm in

I find another fairweather friend

Lemme tell ya what a country boy do

Half a cup of flour, stick of butter, make a roux

And if I've changed it's only lately

I've got just too much damn gravy

Fuck you money

Champagne and diamond rings

Fuck you money

Ain't worried bout a thing

You thought that you would keep me down

But I ended up on top

I got fuck you money

Don't ever have to stop

I got fuck you money, honey

Money, honey, yeah

I got fuck you money, honey

Money, honey, yeah

I got fuck you money, honey

Money, honey, yeah

I got fuck you money, honey

Money, honey, yeah