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
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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