I want money. 

Money for my friends & money for me. 



It's not the first time that I've had such base and foolish thoughts. 

My eyes seem to shine brighter when I focus on the things you give to me. 



Why can't I feel alright without you? 



I want money. 

Smooth, and flat, and firmly in my hands. I want the good stuff. Buy me breasts, and love, and company. 



Why can't I feel alright without you? 



When I give you my money, I want to hear you say what I want you to and act like you mean it baby, or I won't believe it