| When I was a boy
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| I never played with toys
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| Never had a friend
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| Never laughed or cried much
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| And when I was a boy
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| My father was a man
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| With a strict and sturdy hand
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| No soft touch
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| Make that money, make that money
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| Make that money run like honey
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| On your tongue
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| Gotta make that money
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| Make that money, listen sonny
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| Learn to sting before your stung
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| Now that I’m a man
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| Every penny has been planned
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| I’m financially grand
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| And perfectly greedy
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| Sentimental fools
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| I make all your rules
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| I’ve got your cash, got your jewels
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| They’re all mortgaged to me
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| Make that money, make that money
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| Make that money run like honey
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| On your tongue
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| Gotta make that money
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| Make that money, listen sonny
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| Learn to sting before your stung
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| And I know
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| 'Cause he told me so
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| Told me so I believe him
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| I still believe…
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| Give me that money
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| Controlling all your cash
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| I could make you live in trash
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| I eat pheasant, you eat hash
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| No philanthropy
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| But when it’s time for me to croak
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| Bury me with all my dough
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| And where there should’ve been an oak
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| My private money tree will grow
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| Make that money
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| Said make that money
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| Make that money run like honey
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| On your tongue
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| Told me so
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| Told me so
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| He told me so |