My baby, gives me   The finance blues   Tax me to the limit   Of my revenues      Here she comes finger-poppin'   Clickety-click   She says, furs or diamonds   You take your pick      She wants money   What she wants?   She wants money   What she wants?      She wants money   What she wants?   She wants money   What she wants?      Money, money   Money, money, money   Money, money   Money, money, money      And she say, money, honey   I'd rob a bank   I just load my gun   And mosey down to the bank      Knockin' off my neighborhood   Savings and load   To keep my sweet Chiquita   In ea u de cologne      She wants money   What she wants?   She wants money   What she wants?      She wants money   What she wants?   She wants money   What she wants?      Money, money   Money, money, money   Money, money   Money, money, money      Mama don't send me down   To rob that bank again   I got a notion that   You're leadin' me to sin      Won't you relax   Won't you lay way back   Don't you bug   Your honey 'bout no Cadillac      It's only bucks   You don't need no jack   So, won't you please   Relax and lay way back      My baby's lovin'   Gives me such a thrill   It gives me inspiration   Makin' counterfeit bills      Now, some folks say   The best things in life are free   I sure don't get no love   And livin' honestly      She wants money   What she wants?   She wants money   What she wants?      She wants money   What she wants?   She wants money   What she wants?      Money, money   Money, money, money   Money, money   Money, money, money      Lord made a lady   Out of Adam's rib   Next thing you know   You got women's lib      Lovely to look upon   Heaven to touch   It's a real shame   They got to cost so much      She wants money   What she wants?   She wants money   What she wants?      She wants money   What she wants?   She wants money   What she wants?      Money, money   Money, money, money   Money, money   Money, money, money      Money, money   Money, money, money   Money, money   Money, money, money