(corthon)
Got lots of money
Got lots of phony friends
I can drink lots of whiskey
I can drink lots of gin
I know every guy in this town
When my money runs out
I wont have these friends around
I drove to the boogaloo club
I walked right on in
Everybody knows me
By the money that I spend
Well I finally realized
That these buddies tell lies
In fact theyre no good friends
Money makes some folks frown
Money makes some folks steal
Money gets some folks hurt
Money gets some folks killed
I dont trust nobody
Not even my buddy, buddy friends
I know theyll stab me in the back
Took away my babys ring
Well I finally realized
That these buddies tell lies
In fact theyre no good friends
Money makes some folks frown
Money makes some folks steal
Money gets some folks hurt
Money gets some folks killed
I dont trust nobody
Not even my buddy, buddy friends
I know theyll shoot me in the back
Just took away my babys ring
Well I finally realized
That these buddies tell lies
In fact theyre no good friends
Oh I finally realized
That these buddies tell lies
In fact theyre no good friends