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[male vocals] Money

money

[male vocals] Money

money

Money

rules

the

world,

the

deal

remains,

make

much

more

money,

untill

money

works

for

you

while

you

sip

into

sleep

and

snore.

There

are

rules

in

making

money,

if

you

dont

know

this

rules

dont

bait

your

hard

earn

money

in

the

wind

of

uncertainties.

It

hones,

it

hornys,

it

oils,

it

runs,

it

has

wheels

and

wills

even

whims

that

swims.

It's

a

god

with

a

gut

that

guffs

goofs,

gulfs,

grunts

and

play

golfs

with

loves.

Work

hard

for

money

but

work

smart

to

make

much

more

money.

Money

is

like

the

air,

it's

everywhere,

you

could

find

it

anywhere

only,

if

you

know

the

key

rules.

To

make

money,

solve

poor

people

problem.

Workhard

by

creating

money

making

points,

but,

to

make

much

more

money

solve

rich

people

problems.

It

works

all

the

times

and

ages.

Money

is

like

the

ocean,

very

vast

and

verse,

wild

and

wide,

good

and

generous

but

very

dangerous,

it

can

be

fantabulous

and

hilarous

too.

It

hones,

it

hornys,

it

oils,

it

runs,

it

has

wheels

and

wills

even

whims

that

swims.

It's

a

god

with

a

gut

that

guffs

goofs,

gulfs,

grunts

and

play

golfs

with

loves.

To

make

money,

create

a

product

for

the

poor

to

solve

their

problems,

find

solace

for

their

pains

and

panging

miseries.

The

poor

want

hope

of

making

huge

amount

of

money

without

much

works,

give

them

gambling

table,

ensnare

them

with

hope

of

winning

huge

money

with

little.

Give

them

cheap

weeds

that

give

higher

hallucinations

of

never

never

lands.

To

make

much

more

money,

solve

the

problem

of

the

rich

and

the

wealthy.

Give

them

opportunity

to

own

a

part

of

huge

business

empires.

Let

them

invest

and

own

a

chunk

of

a

whole.

It's

hilarous

and

fantabulous.

Everybody

wants

money,

everybody

wants

to

enjoy

money,

everybody

wants

good

life

and

easy

life.

A

life

of

less

or

no

stress

with

mixture

of

plenty

money

and

luxuries.

It

hones,

it

hornys,

it

oils,

it

runs,

it

has

wheels

and

wills

even

whims

that

swims.

It's

a

god

with

a

gut

that

guffs

goofs,

gulfs,

grunts

and

play

golfs

with

loves.

Poverty

is

a

disease,

it

affects,

inflicts

and

infects

everyone,

it

tilts

and

twists

the

wind

vane

into

the

edge

of

the

hills,

where

the

heel

is

hurt

and

it

hits,

click

ills

that

wheel

down

the

hill

like

rolling

fire

ball

at

the

mercy

of

steepy

hills

and

winds.

Money

has

friends,

partners

and

family

members.

It

smells

nice,

it

hones

good

life,

it

makes

lovers

to

go

horny

like

the

test

of

honey.

Poverty

is

just

a

leperous

and

leecherous

felon

with

poisonous

talons.

if

it

touches

you,

you

are

infected,

if

it

perches

on

you

are

doomed!

It

hones,

it

hornys,

it

oils,

it

runs,

it

has

wheels

and

wills

even

whims

that

swims.

It's

a

god

with

a

gut

that

guffs

goofs,

gulfs,

grunts

and

play

golfs

with

loves.

Make

money,

there

is

money

everywhere,

earn

money,

it

has

a

home

and

family.

Mercury

the

god

of

money

and

betting

tunnels,

wont

allow

your

heist

because

it

owns

the

game

of

heist

without

haste

and

hate

that

waste

haste

away.

Money

says

spend

less

you

earn,

invest

more

and

consume

less.

It

stays

on

the

laps

and

lips

of

those

who

invest

it

to

earn

more

money

and

gold.

Money

has

time

and

season

like

the

seasonal

migratory

birds.

it

flies

away

while

you

sleep

and

snore

away

all

nights.

Money

doesnt

sleep,

slip,

snore

and

fall.

if

you

strain,

spring,

slip,

trip,

twist

and

twinkle

and

tumble,

you

lose

money.

If

you

fasten,

ladden,

fatten

with

fortunes

without

fallen

flat

on

fate

of

loses,

you

gain,

regain

and

regale.

It

hones,

it

hornys,

it

oils,

it

runs,

it

has

wheels

and

wills

even

whims

that

swims.

It's

a

god

with

a

gut

that

guffs

goofs,

gulfs,

grunts

and

play

golfs

with

loves.

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