Go on tell me now what you want
'69 Mustang in the front yard
Marble counter tops won't go far
Veins of gold she got veins of gold
Gold chains hang from her neck
My checkbook has nothing left
I got holes in both of my pockets
Veins of gold she got veins of gold
I keep on spending all my motherf*cking money on you
My money on you
My money on you
My money on you
And you don't give a damn
You were born in America not doubt about that
Money over everything throw it in a brown bag
Torn over which brand of car you're gunna buy next
Top level trim with a heater in the back-rest
And you don't give a f*ck about what other people think about you
And you don't give a f*ck and that kinda makes me love you
I keep on spending all my motherf*cking money on you
My money on you
My money on you
My money on you
And you don't give a damn
Two fangs and you're draped in gold
No blood you've been sucking on my lonely soul
It's ok yeah you don't even know
I just saw you over there while I was picking up butts off the concrete
You do it with ease
Whatever you please
Yeah you don't need nothing from me
So please just get the f*ck away and don't you come back no no
I keep on spending all my motherf*cking money on you
My money on you
My money on you
My money on you
And you don't give a damn