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.
