| It’s an eastern promise, it’s a pot of gold
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| It’s the oldest story that’s ever been told, that’s right
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| You can follow me but you gonna have to pay
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| Heaven’s at the end of this alleyway tonight
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| Hong Kong money
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| Let that dollar roll
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| All you need is the cash
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| The rest ain’t nothing but trash
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| Hong Kong money
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| Stole my soul
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| Tried hard to shake it but I Guess I couldn’t make it
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| Lord only knows it’s hard on the opium run
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| I didn’t really wanna hang around too long
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| Just wasn’t my dish of egg fou yung no fun
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| Hong Kong money
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| Let that dollar roll
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| Just as long as you make with the green
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| You’ll be cool if you know what I mean
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| Hong Kong money
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| Stole my soul
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| You can make it quick but you can lose it easy
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| You go in clean but you come out wheely, here’s why
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| It’s that yellow powder, it’s sweet but it’s sour
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| One false move and you can kiss this world goodbye
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| Hong Kong money
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| Let that dollar roll
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| All you need is the cash
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| The rest ain’t nothing but trash
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| Hong Kong money
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| Stole my soul
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| Hey you!
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| Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll
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| (to fade) |