Minefield Tapdance - Make Money

Hands up
Gimme your cash
Gimme twenty-three percent
I'll add it to my stash
It's for your own good
You're gonna be a star
The police will get more power
And the priest will get a car
I supply the demand
Make up sums and print on command
Buy and sell with the wave of my hand
Make up sums and print on command
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make paper, make stacks
I make friends with the law
So the shit don't hit the fan
When business is slow
Crude oil on a tap
And when supply is short
"Pay up! Pay up!"
Remember, I supply the demand
Make up sums and print on command
Buy and sell with the wave of my hand
Do you understand motherfucker?
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make paper, make stacks
Get your
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Motherfucker!
Money money money money
Money! Money!
Money money money money
Money! Money!
Money!

Written by:
Adam Zdrzałek

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