My baby gives me the finance blues
Tax me to the limit of my revenues
Here she comes finger-popping, clickety-click
She says furs or diamonds, you 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, Id rob a bank
I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank
Knocking 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 that youre leading me to sin
Wont you relax, wont you lay way back
Dont you bug your honey about no Cadillac
Its only bucks, you dont need no jack
So wont you please relax and lay way back
My babys loving gives me such a thrill
It gives me inspiration making counterfeit bills
Now some folks say the best things in life are free
I sure don’t 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 that they got to cost so much
She wants money 
She wants money 
She wants money 
She wants money 
Money money, money money money, woo
Money money, money money money
Money money, money money money
Money money, money money money