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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 Letras de cancionesChampagne 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 From Letras Mania