Lyrics:
Every absent-minded day
I let myself carried away
Then you get five dollars, baby blues, five dollars baby
Kneeling down for all they cared
You
Five thousand dollars
Five thousand dollars
Five thousand dollars
Take it, take it
Five thousand dollars
Five thousand dollars
Five thousand dollars
Yeah, Mmm hmm, yeah
Is gambling sin
Can I hit a lick and win
Can I pull the lever
And watch the slot machine spin
What about the five dollar scratch
Ah, wenta-five wunna bid me biddle, want to five want to five want to five, wudja
Biddle on a twenty-five.
Gotta twenty-five dollar bidja-biddle
Can I ask you a question
Can you do me a solid
Would you be willing to do me a favor
Can I borrow five dollars
Can I borrow five dollars
I'd like
twenty dollar bid and now twenty five now
Will you gimme twenty five make it now twenty five bi di di bom a twenty five now
Will you gimme twenty five
Hot and ready
Five dollar pizza
Hot and ready
Makes you sick
Hot and ready
Five dollar pizza
Hot and ready
Tastes like shit
Hot and ready
Five dollar
24, way more to go
Until it's my time to go
Ima keep on grinding to go
Get what I been grinding for
I need 5 more dollars we can make some shake
Either
and died
Televised
No more lies
I used to have a dream but it up and died
I've only got five dollars in change
But at least my rent is paid
At least my rent
keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for
I got five dollars and it's Saturday night
A-music and dancin', flirtin' and fun
It's gonna go on till way past one
I'm a-gonna go where
put they tax on it
But it's not enough
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars
after Big T, rekindle that flame
You really had to take her out, to the cider mill
Now with this song, I'ma go in for the kill
Five dollars bitch gimme
a ball
Ain't gonna care about anything
Anything at all
[Chorus]
I've got forty eight hours and twenty five dollars
In change, til Monday
Got on my
Каждый день, как последний, но мне как-то все равно.
Детка, Five Dollar, Six, Seven, Eight Dollar, Nine.
Остальное оставляй на чай!
I got, One Dollar
A rate of return on your . . .
5 dollar bastard
5 dollar bastard
5 dollar bastard
5 dollar bastard
Get fucked
All drawn down to one
All appraised by
all my possessions
For you
I've got five dollars
I'm in good conditions
And I've got ambition
That belongs to you.
Six shirts and collars
Debts
all my possessions
For you
I've got five dollars
I'm in good conditions
And I've got ambition
That belongs to you.
Six shirts and collars
Debts
all my possessions
For you
I've got five dollars
I'm in good conditions
And I've got ambition
That belongs to you.
Six shirts and collars
Debts
all my possessions
For you
I've got five dollars
I'm in good conditions
And I've got ambition
That belongs to you.
Six shirts and collars
Debts
all my possessions
For you
I've got five dollars
I'm in good conditions
And I've got ambition
That belongs to you.
Six shirts and collars
Debts
Say, look-it-here
(Yeah)
You've got on a thirty-five dollar bow tie
(Hmm, that right)
Fifty-five dollar white shirt
(Uh-huh)
Hundred n' fifty
now you're fucked
Oh
Five dollars is all you need!
Five dollars pass it to me
Five dollars gets you through the door
Wall to wall, roof to floor,
all my possessions
For you
I've got five dollars
I'm in good conditions
And I've got ambition
That belongs to you.
Six shirts and collars
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