Long as I remember people around
Always find a way of looking down
They remember my family name
Always talking 'bout where I came from
Wouldn't give me the time of day
Never listen to a word I say
Now they wanna act like we're best friends
What a coincidence
I got fuck you money
Champagne and diamond rings
I got fuck you money
I ain't worried 'bout a thing
You thought that you would keep me down
But I ended up on top
I got fuck you money
Don't ever have to stop
And that's the thing about finally having all you need
You can take your time
You don't have to beg and plead
I recall a time when you coulda' had all my love and more
But you couldn't see the dream in me
You said I was too damn poor
I got fuck you money
Champagne and diamond rings
I got fuck you money
I ain't worried 'bout a thing
You thought that you would keep me down
But I ended up on top
I got fuck you money
I don't ever have to stop
People say I've changed and lately I've lost touch
That I'm uptown, no longer down to earth and such
And even though there ain't much now I can't afford
Ain't much changed 'round here 'cause every Sunday, oh lord
We still fry in the kitchen, feet on the floor
Now my show sellin' out on tour
Seems like every other city I'm in
I find another fairweather friend
Lemme tell ya what a country boy do
Half a cup of flour, stick of butter, make a roux
And if I've changed it's only lately
I've got just too much damn gravy
Fuck you money
Champagne and diamond rings
Fuck you money
Ain't worried 'bout a thing
You thought that you would keep me down
But I ended up on top
I got fuck you money
Don't ever have to stop
I got fuck you money, honey
Money, honey, yeah
I got fuck you money, honey
Money, honey, yeah
I got fuck you money, honey
Money, honey, yeah
I got fuck you money, honey
Money, honey, yeah
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