Money King

Mercy mercy Money King Can't you hear the people sing Money King they're at your door Asking for a little more They want more Cadillacs and racing tracks You put the weight on the peoples backs Canonize the velvet green When it comes to money you're people mean But sometimes your soul it catches fire You curse your god a blessed liar Ain't no comfort in a fancy wench When it comes to love you're on the bench So sorry sorry Money King You ain't got nothing but everything Money King you've closed the door Now dont you want a little more You want more Mercy mercy Money King I said sorry sorry Money King Sorry sorry Money King Money King