Fool Money Lyrics

Jehovah knocking at my door
What can I say
I gave him some
He wanted more
So I paid
And now he's gone
Another round for everyone
Now it’s all about the Washington’s
Money made a fool out of me
Made me believe in things I don't believe
Nothing saved for a rainy day
Free me from my money

Guilty of the fashion of the day
Dirty old jeans
I dropped several hundred on the pair I never wear
Penthouse suite on my knees Throwing up vanilla martinis
Oh god please
Money made a fool out of me
Made me need things that I don't need
Nothing saved for a rainy day
Free me from my money

From this bus I'm taking home
You can have all my diamonds from Sierra Leone
Money made a fool out of me
Surrounded me with things that I don't need
Nothing saved for a rainy day
Free me from my money

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