Drink slow to feed the nose You know he likes to get blown Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? No. He's to and fro He doesn't like it when the girls go Has he got enough money to spend? It's going off cause they're not gonna let him in 2 and a half, the boy is rushing out his skin He's got his charm with the girls that are smoking He takes her arm, jumps the bar and now he's in Drink slow to feed the nose You know he likes to get blown Has he got enough money to spend? Leave? No. He's to and fro He doesn't like it when the girls go Has he got enough money to spend? A broken half, a glass has opened up his chin He thinks he's hard, a powdered mouth that tastes of gin He's just been barred for that blues he was smoking And then he barks: it's my car I'm sleeping in Tabs with unlimited 0's New clothes, bloody nose Powders and walking back home Has he got enough weed? No, broken phone, retching on the floor alone I can't believe that were talking about him I'm searching you mate, your jaws all over the place Can't talk, a quick slap in the face Yes I threw a nut but your friend's a case Why you singling him out? Is it because of his race? Look, the dog won't bark if you don't lark about M-O-N-E-Y'S ME M-O-N-E-Y M-O-N-E-Y'S ME M-O-N-E-Y M-O-N-E M-O-N-E M-O-N-E-Y M-O-N-E-Y'S ME M-O-N-E-Y
Writer(s): ADAM BRIAN THOMAS HANN, MATTHEW TIMOTHY HEALY, GEORGE BEDFORD DANIEL, ROSS STEWART MACDONALD