Payday

What constitutes a ghetto? Huh? Is it growing your own lettuces in the potholes on the road Do the locals have to eat them all if they don't sell 'em I call potholes concrete meadows of the soul What constitutes a ghetto fetish? Huh? Is it growing your own lettuces but not filling in the potholes The local council will be getting an earful believe me I call their lugholes concrete bollards to the soul We all make the same sound when we get mowed down And there are starving children in Africa So go send your toy guns to Bosnia Take the money, take the money, take the money and run Take the money, take the money, take the money and run Take the money, take the money, take the money and run Take the money, take the money, take the money And treat your husband right What constitutes real change? Huh? Are we even vaguely aware of when we'll terminate the muse If all offers are final, then how is it even possible For you to be both flush and completely principled? Ah, yeah well, I didn't do any of it for you I did it for the little boys and girls Pulling lettuce from the pothole hosing off the engine oil Wax apples at Christmas, next year they're sniffing glue All of a sudden I was blinded by a powerful light Woo Take the money, take the money, take the money and run Take the money, take the money, take the money and run Take the money, take the money, take the money and run Take the money, take the money, take the money And treat your mama right Take it Take it (take it) Take it (take it) Take it (just take it, put it in your pocket) Take it Take it (don't tell anyone) Take the money, ay Take the money, ooh Take the money, just treat, treat, treat yourself Take the money Take it, take it, go on take it Take it, take, take, take, take, take Take the money, ay Take the money, ooh Take the money and treat your mother right Take the money, oii Take the money, yeah Take the money and treat your mother right