Drink slow to feed the nose
You know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? No, he's to and fro
He doesn't like it when the girls go
Has he got enough money to spend?

It's going off 'cause they're not
Gonna let him in two and a half
The boy is rushing out his skin
He's got his charm with the
Girls that are smoking he takes her arm
Jumps the bar and now he's in

Drink slow to feed the nose
You know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? No, he's to and fro
He doesn't like it when the girls go
Has he got enough money to spend?

A broken half a glass has opened up his chin
He thinks he's hard
A powdered mouth that tastes of gin
He's just been barred for that
Blues he was smoking and then he barks
"It's my car I'm sleeping in"

Tabs with unlimited O's
New clothes, bloody nose
Powders and walking back home
Has he got enough weed? No
Broken phone, retching on the floor alone
And I can't believe that
We're talking 'bout him

"I'm searching you, mate
Your jaw's all over the place"
Can't talk, quick slap in the face
Yes, I threw a nut, but your friend's a case
Why you singling him out
Is it because of his race?
"Look, the dog won't bark if
You don't lark about"

M-O-N-E-Y's me m-O-N-E-Y
M-O-N-E-Y's me m-O-N-E-Y
M-O-N-E m-O-N-E
M-O-N-E-Y m-O-N-E-Y's me
M-O-N-E-Y

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): ADAM BRIAN THOMAS HANN, GEORGE BEDFORD DANIEL, MATTHEW TIMOTHY HEALY, ROSS STEWART MACDONALD