Big Money

Lyrics
[Verse 1] With a hat on my head and smile on my face I was jogging by the Rolls Royce place And in the window was a deluxe automobile With a leather interior, all full-powered Run two hundred miles an hour With a hand-made, inlaid, solid gold steering wheel Well, I waltzed into the showroom floor Kicked the tires and I slammed the door And a salesman came by, burgundy pants and white shoes He said: "Boy, get away from that car I've seen you come in and I know what you are And if you're bettin' to buy them wheels, I'm bettin' you lose" [Chorus] 'Cause you're talkin' big monеy, I mean big money And you look like a fivе-and-dimer to me If you want my help or need my skill Just write it all out on a $100 bill 'Cause big money's what you need [Verse 2] Well, I boogied on past the Hula Hut And I whooped up the alley for a little shortcut When a guy jumped out of the doorway with a gun He said: "Stop right there, don't you make a sound If you value your life, don't you turn around And lay all your foldin' money on the ground, son" I said: "With the IRS and alimony State of rent and price of bologni I don't have one foldin' dollar, I'm just poor folk" He said: "Well here then, you better take this ten 'Cause my partner's working at the other end And he sure will be mad if he finds you're broke" [Chorus] 'Cause he's talkin' big money, I mean big money And you look like a five-and-dimer to me If you want my help or need my skill Just scribble it out on a $100 bill 'Cause big money's what you need [Verse 3] Well, I was comin' up short and missin' the point So I stopped off in this little joint For something tall and cool to ease my mind And I sat this lady at the bar As lovely as a movie star She filled out that "gimme more grease" just fine I said: "Sweetheart, I'm an expert lover I lock my dog and I love my mother Marry me, and see things you've never seen" She said: "When I marry it'll be for love And what I love is that folding stuff You won't see me in white without that green" [Chorus] And I'm talkin' big money, honey, big money And you look like a five-and-dimer to me If you want my help or need my skill Just write it all out on a $100 bill 'Cause big money's what you need [Outro] I don't need just your green back dollar 'Cause I'll also take the check or credit card
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Credits
- Writers
- Dick Feller