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Sittin' on stacks of cash Sittin' on stacks of cash Money comin' up my Money comin' up my When I'm stuck at this job I like to imagine That money's no object my dreams I can grab them Travel the world and meet lots of girls Drink some good wine and have me a time I'd to Ireland, Denmark, England, Alaska I might even stay a few nights in Nebraska Africa, Asia, Antarctica, Australia If postcards still exist I promise I'll mail ya I might even get a couple of cars I'd own me a Tesla so I could drive to the stars Maybe I'd learn to ride me a Harley So I could be the cool cat out jammin to Marley I'd help out the rents they'd no longer be tense I'd learn how to tango and eat lots of mango On the beaches of Spain and do some cocaine Senoritas around to erase all this pain when I'm Sitting on stacks of cash Sitting' on stacks of cash Money comin up my Money comin up my Front my partner some dough to open a spot Give the homeless some clothes I went out and bought Play guitar in the park in front of new friends Exercise daily and practice my zen I'd buy me a house way down in the south Build a studio that would perk up a moody ho Record lots of jams and bake me some hams I don't know to get there cuz I don't have a plan but I'll be Sittin' on stacks of cash