Money Songtext
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Money Songtext
I do believe that this could be the
Beginning of something really special
I got a feeling you and me together, we will be sensational
But you better hold on ′cause this feeling's so strong
My heart is just jumping from my chest
We′re gonna pop it now 'til the walls fall down
This machine is fierce and fast
Ooh, your money, baby
Your stone cold sister make a mess of the best, it ain't funny
Your money, baby
Got your finger on the trigger, you′re
Cocked up and ready to blow, oh, oh
Baby, how you handle when the pedal′s to the metal
You break all the laws of physics
There ain't no stopping when the body′s this rocking
Sugar, your shit is ridiculous
Let's paint this town red, get you out of our heads
There will be no point of return
You make me chase, chase, for the love you make me
Now let sucker, sucker burn
Ooh, your money, baby
Your stone cold sister make a mess of the best, it ain′t funny
Your money, baby
Got your finger on the trigger, you're
Cocked up and ready to blow, oh, oh
Ooh, your money, baby
Your stone cold sister make a mess of the best, it ain′t funny
Your money, baby
Got your finger on the trigger, you're cocked up and ready to blow
Your money, baby
Your stone cold sister make a mess of the best, it ain't funny
Your money, baby
Got your finger on the trigger, you′re
Cocked up and ready to blow, oh, oh
Beginning of something really special
I got a feeling you and me together, we will be sensational
But you better hold on ′cause this feeling's so strong
My heart is just jumping from my chest
We′re gonna pop it now 'til the walls fall down
This machine is fierce and fast
Ooh, your money, baby
Your stone cold sister make a mess of the best, it ain't funny
Your money, baby
Got your finger on the trigger, you′re
Cocked up and ready to blow, oh, oh
Baby, how you handle when the pedal′s to the metal
You break all the laws of physics
There ain't no stopping when the body′s this rocking
Sugar, your shit is ridiculous
Let's paint this town red, get you out of our heads
There will be no point of return
You make me chase, chase, for the love you make me
Now let sucker, sucker burn
Ooh, your money, baby
Your stone cold sister make a mess of the best, it ain′t funny
Your money, baby
Got your finger on the trigger, you're
Cocked up and ready to blow, oh, oh
Ooh, your money, baby
Your stone cold sister make a mess of the best, it ain′t funny
Your money, baby
Got your finger on the trigger, you're cocked up and ready to blow
Your money, baby
Your stone cold sister make a mess of the best, it ain't funny
Your money, baby
Got your finger on the trigger, you′re
Cocked up and ready to blow, oh, oh
Writer(s): Thomas Scott, Troy Kingi, Stephen Harmer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

