Lyrics Money Talk - The Pretenders, Bob Clearmountain

Money Talk

I’ll come in your car to talk business
No business, no money talk
Zero in on my full of intentions
Think you got it because you pulled up and stopped
If money is the root of all evil
I’m begging at the feet of the devil
Talk to me please
Money talk to me
Twenty gets you straight
Forty gets you other
Think of what a hundred could do
I’ve been gifted with the thing that you want
Who’s better than who
Never underestimate a woman like me
The kids have got to eat
And man, that’s reality, you see
Money talk to me
You’re so deluded
You think that I’m real
You pass your hormones off as love
For five minutes you feel
You can buy a squeegy little silicone sack
But it won’t feed the world like the ones that I pack naturally
Money talk to me