Moneytalks Songtext
von VIONA

Money talks, money walks
Money makes the jack and the beanstalks go up
Money buys honey from the sky, money flies
Money makes the fables and then the fairy tales alive and stop
Many much abundance, affluence and such
Money hush what needs to be done and stash
Itself into everyone and must
Belong to the weary hands of no man′s dust (ah-ah-ah)

Money runs, money hunts
Money mines the diamonds 'til the drills go blunt
Money fools, human drools
A thousand schools will never be able to shun
The power to rule each one
The shower to poison fun
Spending until you′re done

Money home, money go
Money travelling more than what we know
Money gives tingling
Filling the senses with more than the hand can hold


It's funny how money can only be the only deity
We worship and flip it more than we do to the almighty
The 99 problems remained unsolved
When the river of money flows only to the overlords
And the one thing we settle for to settle the score
Is the calls to get more galore and more bullshit
Resolve it stop before the greed, halt before the sheets
Stacked to the ceiling and whacked by the dealing

Paper signing and paper rolling and paper milling
To make more paper bills to replace the thousand shillings
You kidding me? Never have I ever bothered to consider
You playing me? Forever will I try to enter the banter with no laughter
Whenever legs are pulled and ooh comes the seizure
Before I get to seize the future
I get to see the nurtured culture sold off to the highest bidder

Money talks, money walks
Money makes the jack and the Bitcoin stocks go up
Money buys honey from the sky, money flies
Money makes the fables and then the fairy tales alive and stop

Burn the money, burn them down
Don't you know you have shitload of them in the bank account
And use the hailer to announce
The generosity being giving to the peasant, but don′t tell them
That it′s for poverty porn, get the popcorn
See the poor stumble and fumble and feel troubled as the time runs out
Oh, no, my wallet runs out of money (damn it), this is reality


Money home, money go
Money travelling more than what we know
Money gives tingling
Filling the senses with more than the hand can hold

Money home, money go
Money travelling more than what we know
Money gives tingling
Filling the senses with more than the hand can hold