Sometimes style just blurs the line Between what's real and what's divine This is how I think of you Suspended in between the two Girl you've got me all wrong It's not about the money Girl you've got me all wrong It's not about our bodies Girl you've got me all wrong It's not about the money Girl you've go me all wrong Sometimes everything you know Seems so clear so loud like a radio show
I'm always listening I'm always caught up in it Girl you've got me all wrong It's not about the money Girl you've got me all wrong It's not about our bodies Girl you've got me all wrong It's not about the money Girl you've go me all wrong Hey, hey money, money, money, money We still make money, money, money We still make money, money, money We still make