Got lots of money Lots of phony friends I got lots of women I can buy lots of gin I know every guy in this town When my money runs out I won't have these friends I'm talking about I go to this Boogaloo Clubs I walked right on in Everybody knows me By the money that I spend I'm always playin' the seats Somebody is cheating from me This is jobbed on present town value ♪ Money makes some folks frown (some folks frown) Money makes some folks steal (some folks steal) Money gets some folks hurt (some folks hurt) Money gets some folks killed (some folks killed) I can't trust nobody Not even my buddy, buddy friends Yes, they'll stab me in the back Dragged away my baby's ring Well, I finally realized That these buddies tell lies In fact, they're no good friends Whoa