Cameo - Fast, Fierce & Funny Lyrics
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    Fast, Fierce & Funny

    Money, money, money, money

    [Verse 1]
    I'm here to make some waves
    Hoping to convince you before you have a thing to say
    Be it a car or expensive caviar
    They go to your creditors 'cause they know who you are
    Don't leave your home without American Express
    Never trust your friends without a very thorough credit check
    Some people will pay you with one eye on the clock
    Others will have to pay through their friendly neighborhood loan shark

    Fast, fierce and funny
    The way people can play with your money

    [Verse 2]
    Now, I tried to romance you and I tried real hard
    Everything was going good until they took my credit card
    Now, I'm not a flaky kind of guy, you see
    I've got plenty of money, but unfortunately, not with me
    Now you're my kind of girl and you like nice things
    I can tell by the clothes you wear and the size of the diamond on your ring
    As long as there's cash around, there's always hope
    But once you see what your cash is worth, you'll deep six over and croak

    Fast, fierce (Woo) and funny (Funny, alright)
    The way people can play (Can play) with your money (My money)

    Baby, check it out, there's no doubt
    Use your head, save your bread
    Baby, check it out
    Baby check it out

    The Dow Down Jones average today hit an all-time low
    And sent the stock market crashing
    Thousands panic in the effort to hold on to their assets
    Washington has made an official statement
    And we are about to take it live to Washington

    Make that money, try to stay ahead
    Make that money 'til ya drop dead
    Make that money, now you're on your own
    Now that bank won't give you a loan
    Work your fingers to the bone
    Makin' that money, gotta bring it home
    Got no cash, gotta write a check
    If they haven't closed my bank account yet

    Money, money
    Money, yeah, yeah
    Hey, yeah, ooh-ah, hey, yeah
    Work your fingers to the bone
    You're gonna bring that money, money home, yeah


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