| I guess that too much generosity
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| Is making people take you for a fool
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| And with every opportunity
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| They’ll even try to get some more from you
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| So they’ll cheat and lie
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| But I will let God deal with the things they do
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| 'Cause when they get their hands on all the gold and paper
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| They forget to say thank you!
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| Cold blackhearted golddiggers
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| Cold blackhearted golddiggers
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| Cold blackhearted golddiggers
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| Cold blackhearted golddiggers
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| But when money brings the things they want
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| And does it solve the problems that they face
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| 'Cause when everything is said and done
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| They will find out it’s another day
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| Full of emptiness and lies
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| And they can’t ravish much as they can
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| But it will never buy them one seat in heaven
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| Oh when money rules men!
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| Cold blackhearted golddiggers
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| Cold blackhearted golddiggers
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| Cold blackhearted golddiggers
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| Cold blackhearted golddiggers
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| Let me tell you
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| Money’s never buy me anything
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| I said nothing, nothing at all!
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| I said nothing, baby
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| I said nothing, baby!
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| Nothing, nothing, nothing at all! |