Everyday You know you're looking good In every way Just like good girls should oh
Everywhere You go you're making moves Go closer now With your red soled shoes girl
You don't want for nothing So I gave you all my love And I knew it'd count for something But I told you it was never enough You gotta get that money Ohh You gotta get that money Ohh ohh Ain't got that money Baby Oh you don't got your daddy's money Anymore
You don't have to worry girl 'Cause you're so fine Your troubles melt away When you're dressed into the nines
Everyone They treat you like a lady Leave 'em in the dust With your black Mercedes
You don't want for nothing So I gave you all my love And I knew it'd count for something But I told you it was never enough
(Gotta get that) money Ohh You gotta get that money Ohh ohh Ain't got that money Baby Oh you don't got your daddy's money Anymore Ohh Ohh ohh ohh
I would buy you diamonds if I could Get you all the finer things You know I would Get you everything you want Oh but everything was never enough
You gotta get that money Ohh baby Gotta get that money Ohh baby girl Ain't got that money Baby Oh you don't got your daddy's money Anymore
You gotta get that money Ohh baby Gotta get that money Ohh baby girl Ain't got that money Baby Oh you don't got your daddy's money Anymore
Compositor: Jonathan Graham Stimson (Johnny Stimson) ECAD: Obra #38839162