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It Ain't The Money Lyrics

from The Trouble With Being Myself

"It Ain't The Money" is track #10 on the album The Trouble With Being Myself. It was written by Jamerson, Troy Donald / Meldal-johnsen, Justin / Indrizzo, Victor / Hansen, Beck David / Gray, Macy / Ruzumna, Jeremy.
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"It Ain't The Money" is track #10 on the album The Trouble With Being Myself. It was written by Jamerson, Troy Donald / Meldal-johnsen, Justin / Indrizzo, Victor / Hansen, Beck David / Gray, Macy / Ruzumna, Jeremy.
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Heart of mine, milk and honey, it ain't the money no we know.
Doin' lines, ain't it funny that it ain't the money, now we know.

After the money they lust sell their souls for the unlimited cash
Flow, in god we trust but that's never in class though, enron,
Worldcom, CEO assholes a monopoly to collect whenever they
Pass go, big screen TV's nigga please, there will be no alerts before
They search the siege thirteen hrs in the seal with thirteen leaves thirteen
Steps that it takes to see thirteen thieves.

Hidee high, lowdy low, get up and go to the show, every time
I get low I get up and go to the show.

I fell in love with her once she was evil I remember, her 18th
Birthday she became legal tender. Some say she was heaven sent
With skeletons in her closet, traded herself for drugs and stayed
Inside of her wallet. I know women who couldn't have her who
Became alcoholics, in the fetal position bent over toilets
And calling for earl with pains in their bladders so people listen
When I tell you it really don't matter.

Betcha giving head to a movie star betcha gotta llama riding in
Your car betcha you gotta TV built in your jet skis, betcha giving
Head to a movie star betcha gotta llama riding in your car
Betcha you gotta TV built in your jet skis.

Hidee high, lowdy low, get up and go to the show.

Ain't it funny how the money makes the honey taste like nothing
You can't have no more? How we know. Ain't it funny how the
Money makes the honey taste like nothing you can't have no
More? Now we know. Ain't it funny how the money makes to
Honey taste just like nothing - people act like they have but
They're bluffing now we know that it don't mean nothing.

Peace of mind fill my tummy it ain't the money, now we know.
Hard to find got my something it ain't the money know we know.
Hidee high lowdy low, get up and go to the show. Now we know.
Now we know

Songwriters
Jamerson, Troy Donald / Meldal-Johnsen, Justin / Indrizzo, Victor / Hansen, Beck David / Gray, Macy / Ruzumna, Jeremy

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