Текст песни CB Milton - Money
CB Milton - Money слова песни
This money I made up when I was ten Now I`m singing it once more again It`s something pure and innocent I wanna go back in time When all that mattered was The music I made And if you want to survive In this jungle that we`re in You better tell the truth At least to yourself Whatever it is that you do It will come right back to you So don`t you dare to put your Conscience on the shelf Now it`s all about money All about cash and getting paid I don`t wanna go on this way Now it`s all about money All about sex, and getting laid It doesn`t matter what you say There`s so many people out there Thinkin` only of cash Makin` music they really despise And I can never say I haven`t done it myself But it`s time to get away From those lies And if you want to survive In this jungle that we`re in Whatever it is that you do It will come right back to you