You got your eye on a sparrow, your fingers in a pile,
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Not afraid to push and rip into the highs,
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You¡¯re sliding off the honey, it¡¯s all about the money.
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It¡¯s all about the cash, it not about the heart,
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People fall and suffer, you tear the world apart.
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And now it¡¯s just not funny, it¡¯s all about the money.
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You¡¯re blaming the daddy, how could you be so bold?
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Nothing on your conscience, you¡¯re playing with your soul,
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You¡¯ve turn into a phone and it¡¯s all about the money.
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The root of all evil had working you so long
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Now you¡¯ve lost your way, you¡¯re no right from wrong.
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Listen up, buddy, you¡¯re all about the money.
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Read it in a good book, believe what you saw,
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Coming back to you for taking all the dope
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And let me tell you something, you¡¯re all about the money.
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All About The Money
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| Omar and the Howlers |
