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Money, Money (AKA the Root of All Evil)

Money, Money (AKA the Root of All Evil) Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Money, Money (AKA the Root of All Evil) By Horace Andy?
Money, money, money, money
Is the root of all evil Money, money, money, people Is the root of all evil You work for a man and you get no pay Brother don't do nothing wrong Don't beg the one inflating you When Jah will come, it's you all alone Money, money, money, people Is the root of all evil Money, money, money, tell you Is the root of all evil Some steal it, some kill for it Some do iniquity for it It makes friends, it break friends Judas betrayed Christ for it Money, money, money, tell you Is the root of all evil Money, money, money, people Is the root of all evil Hey yeah, money, money, yeah Some steal it, some kill for it Some do iniquity for it It makes friends, it break friends Judas betrayed Christ for it Money, money, money, people Is the root of all evil Money, money, money, tell you Is the root of all evil We can't live without it We got to buy food to eat It's good and it's bad And yet we can't live without it Money, money, money, tell you Is the root of all evil Money, money, money, people Is the root of all evil |
Who Wrote Money, Money (AKA the Root of All Evil) By Horace Andy?
Andy, Tomlinson
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What's The Duration Of The Money, Money (AKA the Root of All Evil) By Horace Andy?The duration of Money, Money (AKA the Root of All Evil) is 2:21 minutes and seconds. |
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