M.O.N.E.Y. - The 1975, Mike Skinner

Drink slow to feed the nose

You know he likes to get blown

Has he got enough money to spend?

Leave?

No. He’s to and fro

He doesn’t like it when the girls go

Has he got enough money to spend?

It’s going off 'cause they’re not gonna let him in

2 and a half, the boy is rushing out his skin

He’s got his charm with the girls that are smoking

He takes her arm, jumps the bar and now he’s in

Drink slow to feed the nose

You know he likes to get blown

Has he got enough money to spend?

Leave?

No. He’s to and fro

He doesn’t like it when the girls go

Has he got enough money to spend?

A broken half a glass has opened up his chin

He thinks he’s hard, a powdered mouth that tastes of gin

He’s just been barred for that blues he was smoking

And then he barks, «It's my car.

I’m sleeping in.»

Tabs with unlimited 0s

New clothes

Bloody nose

Powders and walking back home

Has he got enough weed?

No

Broken phone

Retching on the floor alone

I can’t believe that we’re talking about him

«I'm searching you mate, your jaw’s all over the place»

Can’t talk, quick slap in the face

Yes I threw a nut but your friend’s a case

Why you singling him out?

Is it because of his race?

«Look, the dog won’t bark if you don’t lark about»

M-O-N-E-Y's me

M-O-N-E-Y's me

M-O-N-E-Y's me