Woorden: Dante Thomas. Fly. Money Can't Buy.

Yeah, oh baby, oh

She lives a high life in the city
Never a time in her life she had a 9 to 5
She has a penthouse in Manhattan
She's close to the sky so at times she believes she could fly

With all of her money hurts to know the truth
And she don't understand she can't buy her way to heaven
But what is it worth when you're living in the city?
Your heads to the sky, but there's some things money can't buy baby

Money can't buy babe
Money can't buy baby
Money can't buy baby, yeah

She travels overseas on vacation
But still she believes there's no place like US of A
She's seen a lot of towns full of actions
She's quick to announce there's no fun like New York City

With all of her money it hurts to know the truth
She don't understand she can't buy her way to heaven
But what is it worth, when you're living in the city?
Your heads to the sky but there's some things money can't buy baby

Money can't buy babe
Oh money can't buy, yeah
Money can't buy, baby
Money can't buy, yeah

Money can't buy, yeah
Money can't buy, oh yeah
Money can't buy, oh

Her heart is so uneasy
Not what she wants to see
She wants more understanding
Of where she needs to be, yeah

Money can't buy, money can't buy
Oh, baby, money can't buy
Money can't buy, money can't buy baby