My baby gives me the finance blues
Tax me to the limit of my revenues
Here she comes finger-poppin, clickety-click
She says, Furs or diamonds, you could take your pick
She wants money 
She wants money 
She wants money 
She wants money 
Money money, money money money
Money money, money money money
She say, Money, honey, I draw a blank
I just drew my gun and mosey down to the bank
Knockin off my neighborhood savings and loan
To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne
She wants money 
She wants money 
She wants money 
She wants money 
Money money, money money money
Money money, money money money
Mama, dont send me down to rob that bank again
I got a notion youre leading me to sin
Wont you relax, wont you lay way back
Dont you bug your honey bout no Cadillac
Its only bucks, you dont need no jack
So wont you please relax and lay way back
My babys lovin gives me such a thrill
It gives me inspiration makin counterfeit bills
Now some folks say the best things in life are free
I sure dont get no lovin livin honestly!
She wants money 
She wants money 
She wants money 
She wants money 
Money money, money money money
Money money, money money money
Lord made a lady out of Adams rib
Next thing you know, you got womens lib
Lovely to look upon, Heaven to touch
Its a real shame they got to cost so much!
She wants money 
She wants money 
She wants money 
She wants money 
Money money, money money money
Money money, money money money
Money money, money money money
Money money, money money money