Tarrus Riley - Money Cry

Hey
Aah, aaah, yeah
Cha
Dollars and cents, no partial
And no business who a a spend dem
Some will do everything just fi have it and a spend it

Well, let me tell you 'bout the powers of dem dirty dollar bills
Haffi have a trade my youth, you haffi have a skill
Struggle and we hustle wuk, we muscle until
Manifest me dreams and build up me house upon the hill
Dem teach you vanity, corrupt and pollute your soul
And still the golden rule is who gots the gold
Dem give unno the book and tek out the pages
Half has never being told
Rob Africa wealth and a black man blind fool

Money cry
Money cry

Dem perpetrate and rob and rape
And think say that dem clever
When dem dead and buried s'maddy else will reap the treasure
Eye witness a dollar mek another brother blood spill
And roll like the Mississippi river
Like pirates, they have no soul
And dem will kill you fi gold

Money cry
Money cry

Hey
Well, let me tell you 'bout the powers of dem dirty dollar bills
Haffi have a trade my youth, you haffi have a skill
Struggle and we hustle wuk, we muscle until
Manifest me dreams and build up me house upon the hill
Dem teach you vanity, corrupt and pollute your soul
And still the golden rule is who gots the gold
Dem give unno the book and tek out the pages
Half has never being told
Rob Africa wealth and a black man blind fool

Money cry
Money cry
Money cry
Money cry

Dem perpetrate and rob and rape
And think say that dem clever
When dem dead and buried s'maddy else will reap the treasure
Eye witness a dollar mek another brother blood spill
And roll like the Mississippi river
Like pirates, they have no soul
And dem will kill you fi gold

Money cry
Money cry
Money cry
Money cry

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