Money Get away Get a good job with good pay and you're okay Money It's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star
Vertaling: Waters, Roger. Geld.
, catch a bit of throw tantrum It don't matter, 'cause a victory you gon' hand 'em No Phantom, slabs and 4's Money pimps coming through, so nigga grab
If all the food The warsmen ate was sent around the world Noone would have to work A single day If all the money In the banks was left to boy and girl
Come together as one, united television audience Brought together by the sound of my voice United, united financially, united socially, United spiritually, and all possible ways Through the power of money
[Woman:]"I went to buy a....a gas bottle. At first I wanted to buy a big one, but then I hadn't got enough money, so I had to buy a smaller one. And I
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall Youve seen it all, youve seen it all Watched
, November 6, 1996 At the Great Western Forum in Inglewood, CA Dr. Octagonecologyst and Chewbacca Uncircumcised Perform with with Curt Kobane and Roger
gettin dough Don't need no hoe that's po', you know? You'd rather blow fo' with the snowbunny, well I ain't mad cause the hoe money mo' money, sweet as snow money
great in this bouncing state O hail to thee Merano Hearty hale Merano Any objections? Nein! Where breathing in will turn you on Where water tastes like
kit. On the eject for cockpit bench, helicop clip Nazi cops on kamikaze belly flop shit. Roger. Hop-fence-kill-a-crop, monster. We are the tired and poor, we come for your water
cuss, catch a bit of throw tantrum It don't matter, cause a victory you gon hand em No Phantom, slabs and 4's Money pimps coming through, so nigga grab
thousand miles from home, my life is a show On a plane, in a van, my click got contraband Water or the land, Japan or Amsterdam Hold tight, sonny, we gotta get that money
three pizzas, gave one to Dap His stomach under-crowded, proud kid, young Samaritan Fuck a George Harrison, embarrassin' Sitars no comparison, looking garish Hit it out the park, Roger
catch a bit of throw tantrum It don't matter, cause a victory you gon hand em No Phantom, slabs and 4's Money pimps coming through, so nigga grab your
pick kit. On the eject for cockpit bench, helicop clip Nazi cops on kamikaze belly flop shit. Roger. Hop-fence-kill-a-crop, monster. We are the tired and poor, we come for your water
