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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Movement
The Movement
Performer
Joshua Swain
Joshua Swain
Lead Vocals
Jason Schmidt
Jason Schmidt
Bass Guitar
Gary Jackson
Gary Jackson
Drums
Matthew Goodwin
Matthew Goodwin
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Swain
Joshua Swain
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Goodwin
Matthew Goodwin
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I see the money then I run for it Ain't got no time for your vibes, I'm a hustler Shit, there's only one thing I need But I can't muster it up myself I gotta take it man, I lust for it It's such a fit, me and money, man, I'd munch on it If I could then I would eat it, I'm so hungry And all I think about is honey, I'm a bumblebee So I don't need to take heed to the mumblings Of the downtrodden poor people fumbling Around in the alleyway, below the underpass I gotta get what's mine, plus it ain't no fun to ask About your life, if I'm just gonna get a ton of sass So I do what I gotta do Really, it's just impossible For me to think about anybody but me So flee from my property Kneel before me properly Then run back to your hovel with bloodied up knees Gimme the loot, I'm a high roller Gimme the loot, yeah, I'm a high roller Gimme the loot, I'm a high roller Gots to get mines, couldn't give a f- about you Gimme the loot, I'm a high roller Gimme the loot, yeah, I'm a high roller Gimme the loot, I'm a high roller Gots to get mines, couldn't give a f- about you Now that I'm old thought I heard some people whispering "Can't take it with you when you're gone", I wasn't listening All I could see was that gold chalice glistening When I was at your youngest granddaughter's christening I used to have a family but I ain't missing them I got a vault full of cash I keep my pistol in In case I gotta cut the fat and keep the gristle thin Then disappear around the corner while I'm whistling Massive coronary, don't care, it ain't very scary Just bury me with my money Ain't necessary to dare me Won't tear me away from any Of my many nickels and pennies Just let me alone to fend these bloodsuckers off 'fore I'm dead meat I guess I could have gave it up in my will But I don't consider greed to be a deadly sin for real The only thing I ever wanted was to win, ah hell Now that I'm gone think I had the wrong wishing well Gimme the loot, I'm a high roller Gimme the loot, yeah, I'm a high roller Gimme the loot, I'm a high roller Gots to get mines, couldn't give a f- about you Gimme the loot, I'm a high roller Gimme the loot, yeah, I'm a high roller Gimme the loot, I'm a high roller Gots to get mines, couldn't give a f- about you Gots to get mines, couldn't give a f- about you
Writer(s): Joshua Swain, Jason Schmidt, Gary Michael Jackson, Matthew David Goodwin, Richard Ramos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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