Written by: Doug Scharley
Lyrics © D. R. Scharley Consulting Inc.


Gonna spike that ball
After I score
No use denying
I'm gonna get more
Feeling lucky
You know what?
It's all coming my way
Time for a shot

Ride into the night
(Ride into the night)
Prowl the streets. All right. (All right, all right)

Everything good comes at a price
(Everything good comes at a price)
Sale today? Well ain't that nice

Why the hell is nothing free?
Obviously a conspiracy
And how the hell does this help me?

(Chorus)
Cash Money
Cash Money
Cash Money
That is what I need
Cash Money
Cash Money
Cash Money
That is why I bleed
Cash Money
Cash Money
Cash Money
Need it to succeed
Cash Money
Cash Money
Cash Money
That is my disease


Bend an ear just to have my say
Gonna chase those blues away
It's not enough just to get it done
Victory lap once I have won

A dollar here, a dollar there
Add 'em all up and you've gone nowhere
Money slips right through my hands
Just like grains of burning sand


(Chorus)
Cash Money
Cash Money
Cash Money
That is what I need
Cash Money
Cash Money
Cash Money
That is why I bleed
Cash Money
Cash Money
Cash Money
Need it to succeed
Cash Money
Cash Money
Cash Money
That is my disease







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