Made Of Money
You think that I'm made of money
You've got something coming honey
Aint no land of milk and honey
My accountant thinks that's funny
Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit 'round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna beg around
You're gonna beg around
You like all those big fancy cars
Trendy people and their wine bars
But your lying will leave its scars
Get around, get on your horse
Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit 'round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna get around
You're gonna get around
Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit 'round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna beg around
You're gonna beg around
You think that I'm made of reddies
That makes me choke on my Shreddies
I may smile and act so sunny
But this boy is not your dummy
Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit 'round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna get around
You're gonna get around
Marriages are made in heaven
So what the hell happened to mine?