When I was a boy. I never played with toys. Never had a friend. Never laughed or cried much. And when I was a boy. My father was a man. With a strict and sturdy hand. No soft touch. Make that money make that money. Make that money run like honey. On your tongue. Gotta make that money. Make that money listen sonny. Learn to sting before your stung. Now that I'm a man. Every penny has been planned. I'm financially grand. And perfectly greedy. Sentimental fools. I make all your rules. I've got your cash got your jewels. They're all mortgaged to me. Make that money make that money. Make that money run like honey. On your tongue. Gotta make that money. Make that money listen sonny. Learn to sting before your stung. And I know. 'Cause he told me so. Told me so I believe him. I still believe.... Give me that money. Controlling all your cash. I could make you live in trash. I eat pheasant you eat hash. No philanthropy. But when it's time for me to croak. Bury me with all my dough. And where there should've been an oak. My private money tree will grow. Make that money. Said make that money. Make that money run like honey. On your tongue. Told me so. Told me so. He told me so.