| Ain’t no rules when you’re at the top
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| Money talks but it’s all you got
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| Sell your soul for wealth and fame
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| And you can never buy it back again
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| They pay a lot to keep you free
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| But you’re guilty of impunity
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| A million fans look up to you
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| And you can get away with murder, too
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| Too bad you really couldn’t play
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| And you got nothing to say
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| You’re too rich to be good
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| You got more than you should
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| Too rich to be good
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| Got more than you should
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| You spend your cash
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| And talk a lot of trash
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| You’re too smug, you act so brash
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| Can’t trust nobody you’ve ever known
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| Got no friends but you’re never alone
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| You’re out of touch with reality
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| You’ve gone too far to see
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| That
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| Ain’t no rules when you’re at the top
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| Money talks but it’s all you got
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| Sell your soul for wealth and fame
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| And you can never buy it back again |