Fuck You Money

As 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
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 But 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