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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G. Love & Special Sauce
G. Love & Special Sauce
Performer
Garrett Dutton
Garrett Dutton
Guitar
Teo Leyasmayer
Teo Leyasmayer
Bass
Jeffrey Clemens
Jeffrey Clemens
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garrett Dutton
Garrett Dutton
Songwriter

Lyrics

MasterCard, Visa, American Express, to settle, pay a bill, cause the cash won\'t rest. Money will get you just about anything that you need. A new car, some clothes, or a bowl of soup, red wine, quail oz, or a parachute. To keep you from falling right off of the ledge, but to save the buck, you better back off from the edge.
I\'m walking in the desert sands when I seen the Mirage, MGM, Graham, Caesars, the Bally, and the Todd. In Vegas the price is steep, half steep, and steep enough to make you weep, to wipe you clean, and you a fiend. You don\'t got a friend when you lost your left hand, I said it\'s going, it\'s going, it\'s going, it\'s going. Oh man, aw, you better go to Reno.
You know it\'s coming off quick from the tip of the lip, if you got the eggs then I\'ll put the grits. I\'m money hungry, starving fast, I want sunny side money and corned beef cash. Money will get to everything. I hear Hamilton Jackson and old George sing, ching ling, a ling a ling, but to spare some change I just squeeze my friend.
Well there\'s a brand new $100 bill, and old Ben Franklin he\'s big as steel. Look in his eyes and you\'ll be in a trance, to put holes in your pockets that are falling off your pants. I\'ve got a girl and my girl\'s got clutches, spent $100 on her underpants.
That\'s my kind of girl.
Victoria Seekme, I could keep it.
Hey, I bought my girl an engagement ring, she\'s into another man\'s thing, she\'s having a fling.
She\'s a banded beaver with a spring fever.
Hey mama, if I spend my money, won\'t you go out call me honey. She a green in the eye that she smell like the dead. I bought the meat then she bought the bread.
Well love is all you need and it\'s been said but you can\'t spend nothing that you ain\'t never had. Stuffing in my cup, stuffing in my cup, money greens taste like gasoline.
Drink it up, now your money drunk.
Hey, Gilder\'s, Deutsch, Marx, dollars and yen, old teen love showing off his man.
Pesos, Dolores, Kroners and Kraus, turn that frown upside down. Pesos, Sterling, and a pound, with a dead president you know I\'m down. Old Abraham Lincoln\'s the cheapest man in town.
But what I really came to say, all you kids at home is spend your allowance then ask for a loan. Fight, sheep, mug and steer. Go to jail and have a free meal. Panic, snickers, cold, and xanthine. I\'ma pick your pocket while you\'re picking mine.
Because we\'re living on a sunny side of money kid.
Do what I did.
Yeah, just like I did.
Money\'s the guy for you.
Join.
Old $700 ,000 club, yeah.
Money, money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money, money. Ain\'t nothing funny without money.
Ain\'t nothing funny without money. Yeah, money.
What\'s in your back pocket? Lock the socket, drop it, it\'s like a rocket.
Money is so fine.
Yo, I wish I could get some for mine.
Give me a taste.
Written by: Garrett Dutton
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