Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gimme My Money, artist - Rehab. Date of issue: 29.08.1999
Song language: English
Gimme My Money |
| Always schemin' to make real my dreamin' |
| Non-sense my conscience evil human being |
| Run and hide, live a lie |
| Never cry, I got devil eyes |
| Law I despise, quick to criticize |
| I want it all and I want it now |
| Solitude and sin |
| Calm my nerves with gin |
| Sleep, wake up, and do it all again |
| And damn all else, for the wealth |
| I’ll be detrimental to myself |
| Mental justification, I got no patience |
| I want to give, so I guess it’s time for takin' |
| If we’re livin' in the land of milk and honey |
| Then gimme, gimme, gimme my money, money, money |
| And don’t blame me cuz ain’t a damn thing funny |
| And gimme, gimme, gimme my money, money, money |
| If we’re livin' in the land of milk and honey |
| Then gimme, gimme, gimme my money, money, money |
| And don’t blame me cuz ain’t a damn thing funny |
| And gimme, gimme, gimme my money, money, money |
| I caught greed, visions of diamonds in my sleep |
| Blue streak, everything else lookin' bleak |
| Slither, slidin', ridin', hidin' from correction |
| Dodgin' detection, get in it like direction |
| Sleek persona |
| So much heat around me, feels like a sauna |
| I wanna have the kinda loot it takes to bone Madonna |
| I get the discount, five finger always |
| Eyes glazed, hide from the sun rays |
| Deceptacon, you won’t see me comin' like the Clinton scandal |
| Can’t hold a candle to what I’ve handled |
| I live beneath the earth’s crust, next to the mantle |
| Feed my addiction, from other people’s property |
| I have no choice in this democracy |
| Thieve, deceive, violate, accumulate, put all in real estate |
| Spend the rest on dope and vegetate |
| Cuz I’m irate fuck a job and a mate |
| I want the goddamn cake |
| Thievery has never been a novelty |
| Nothin' glamorous about poverty |
| Skinny guy licks his lips at the bakery |
| Frivolous ways make the poor man angry |
| And life’s a battle, and life’s a bitch |
| And there ain’t one honest man that’s rich |
| He gotta catch, he gotta hitch |
| The pretty package, the big-top with a sales pitch |
| And I fall for it everytime |
| And still that mutha-fucka wants mine |
| This whole system was made so I can make it better |
| I want to give, so I guess it’s time for takin' |