Money Money Lyrics & Chords By Fake?

I got my mind in a currency haze
I see the sunlight in dollar green
And I'm wanting, wanting, wanting everything
I got suave and a gentleman's grace
I got my sights set on heaven so...
Gimme, gimme, gimme, give it up

It's what they taught me to do
It's what they taught me to be
To buy up all that I want and to get what I need
Money the goal of everyone who lives here

I flew the skies to the pearly gates
And asked the good lord how much for her place
I'm gonna buy you out and all that you got
I blew the smoke rings out on her face
You better move 'cause you ain't gonna stay
I'm gonna buy you out and all that you got

She said "Hey listen up, let me give you some advise"
"Hey listen up, let me give you some advise punk!"

"You're kinda messed up
You got the money
But money it don't count" she said
"Ain't got the time for your dirty disease
Besides, I don't even know where all your money has been my friend"
"You're kinda messed up
But money it don't count" she said
"Ain't got the time for your dirty disease
You better turn yourself around because you ain't coming in my friend"

Money, money, money, money...

She don't care 'cause she don't live
She don't see that everyone here could've been different
She can't change the money mind
It's all over the human kind
She don't know that she's lost her control

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11
Come on and give it up!

"You're kinda messed up
You got the money
But money it don't count" she said
"Ain't got the time for your dirty disease
Besides, I don't even know where all your money has been my friend"
"You're kinda messed up
But money it don't count" she said
"Ain't got the time for your dirty disease
You better turn yourself around because you ain't coming in my friend"
And your heaven
All of your angels
All of your halos
Give it to me, come on
And your heaven (all of your money)
All of your angels (all of your angels)
All of your halos (all that you got, God)
(I'm going to buy you out and all that you got"

I'm here to make more money