Your admirers on the street
Got to hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by mocassin sneakers
And I thought my heart would break
When you doubled up the stake
With your fingers all a shake
You could never tell a winner from a snake
Easy Money
Your admirers in the street
Got to hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
Got no truck with the la-di-da
Keep my bread in an old fruit jar
Drive you out in a motor-car
Getting fat on your lucky star
Just making easy money
who says you need to make an app for this clan B)
cant believe i was begged into a clan by the leader only to judge me out like that, cya later b's was fun
Last edited by Money; Dec 2, 2018 at 05:27 PM.