I put you there but out of his mind but himself Exept mindedic sides but only those with too much well Spending here on toilest sits made of pure gold Sitting in his house lal by himself
They say money makes the world go round I would't know cuz I haven't found The roll map to the wholy grace It's cash and chaos that provade
My friend's doll was never satisfy of what she got She will invie her friends and it's chiet of 'em a lot The trpuble with the gold it's true one of the kind Too much or having enogh of those it can make you lose your mind Now your is maybe broke And ship pose up a stack At least one more cash you let won't treat you as this truck