Money, money, money, go and catch the money    money, money, money, go and snatch the money    money, money, money, moneypulation is going on    it takes over like a storm      Sometimes, when I wake up at night    a voice say get up and run    in the meantime another voice says    go and fight babylon    'cause everywhere I walk and everywhere I go   I see brethrens that sell their souls    everywhere I go and everywhere I walk    I hear bad intentions behind them talks    everybody just thinks about this advantages    even the people you call your friends    money gives worth to things that that ain't got no worth    that's why useless things mean so much to them    money may pay what's of vanity    but it could never pay what ever (always) will stay      Money, money, money, go and catch the money    money, money, money, go and snatch the money   money, money, money, moneypulation is going on    it takes over like a storm      Sometimes when I stay up at night    and I am in my meditation    I get to realise    that Africa is the cradle    and babylon is the grave of man    it's brainwashington that seems to run babylon    but as big ecinomists pass through    even the white-wash-house has to bow down    mutation of man is the reaction to their plan    but babylon is going down    in this time of revelation      Money, money, money, go and catch the money    money, money, money, go and snatch the money    money, money, money, moneypulation is going on    it takes over like a storm