Everything Lyrics & Chords By Tuka

Somebody told us we could run the world
Only if we fuck with that
Sex, drugs, diamonds, gold chains and dynamite
You know what we do
You know what we do
You know what we do
Make the money
Make the money
So I’m hopin’ that you overstand
All we want is some of that
Sex, drugs, diamonds, gold chains and dynamite
You know what we do
You know what we do
You know what we do
Make the money
Make the money
We want it all
We want everything
We want it all
We want everything
Sex, drugs, dynamite, gold chains
Made from old wedding rings
Anything, give it to me now
I want it all
I want everything
I want it all
I want everything
Sex, drugs, dynamite, gold chains
Made from old wedding rings
Anything, give it to me now
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll

And it goes, it goes

Yummy honey
Hurry dummy
Spend the money
Plenty of it
Keep it coming
I seen it buddy
I recognise it everyday
And it’s got me taking time
To write a song that could change your life
It’s like my life depended on it
A heavy price that many pay
I’ve been thinkin’
I’ve been thinkin’, yeah
But she don’t wanna think about it
It’s dumb, the moon’s higher than midnight
She hasn’t seen the sun
For now she’s gonna live without it
So I’m not gonna think about it
It’s dumb, the moon’s higher than midnight
I haven’t seen the sun
For now I’m gonna live without it
I’m on the run
The only one
I doubt it
I’m out

Somebody told us we could run the world
Only if we fuck with that
Sex, drugs, diamonds, gold chains and dynamite
You know what we do
You know what we do
You know what we do
Make the money
Make the money
So I’m hopin’ that you overstand
All we want is some of that
Sex, drugs, diamonds, gold chains and dynamite
You know what we do
You know what we do
You know what we do
Make the money
Make the money
We want it all
We want everything
We want it all
We want everything
Sex, drugs, dynamite, gold chains
Made from old wedding rings
Anything, give it to me now
I want it all
I want everything
I want it all
I want everything
Sex, drugs, dynamite, gold chains
Made from old wedding rings
Anything, give it to me now
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll

I’ve been listening to
Over saturated rappers
Tell me how they’re fuckin’ bitches
How they’re fuckin’ bitches
Have I lost my fuckin’ mind
Sometimes I wonder if their younger sisters
Have become indifferent
The shit is fuckin’ twisted
Such is life
I’ve been thinkin’
I’ve been thinkin’, yeah
Was it just a lack of role models
No dollars in the penny jar
Just a couple empty old bottles
Won’t solve problems
Know that
Know that
Just know that
And I can get a lost in my head
I need a reminder
I need a reminder
I don’t gotta pretend
No more
Just know that
Just know that

Somebody told us we could run the world
Only if we fuck with that
Sex, drugs, diamonds, gold chains, and dynamite
So I’m hopin’ that you overstand
All we want is some of that
Sex, drugs, diamonds, gold chains, and dynamite