| Don’t love the mountains
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| Don’t love the sea
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| Don’t love Jesus
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| He ain’t never done a thing for me
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| I ain’t pretty like my sister
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| Or smart like my dad
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| Or good like my mama
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| It’s money that I love
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| It’s money that I love
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| They say that money
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| Can’t buy love in this world
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| But it’ll get you a half-pound of cocaine
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| And a sixteen year-old girl
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| Long black limousine
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| On a hot September night
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| Now that may not be love
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| But it’s alright
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| One, two…
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| It’s money that I love
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| Wanna kiss ya
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| Three, four…
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| It’s money that I love
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| I used to worry about the poor
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| Now I don’t worry anymore
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| I used to worry about the black man
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| Now I don’t worry about no black man
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| I used to worry about the starving children of India
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| You know what I say about the starving children of India?
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| I say «Oh mama»
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| It’s money that I love
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| It’s money that I love
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| It’s money that I love |