Wall Street Money Never Sleeps Music Soundtrack

[postlink]http://baymaxtube.blogspot.com/2017/02/wall-street-money-never-sleeps-music.html[/postlink]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtA0odvwomkendofvid [starttext] Lyrics: Money Never Sleeps (Greed is Good) By REGGIE G Verse 1: My president is black, my money is still green; not an educated thug With a mug looking mean; I fiend for the dream, American it seems Taking shots from a balcony to call myself a King Can't make it out the ghetto with an echo in my jeans Cause successful turned me to Gordon Gekko with bling People looking for a hero, I'm looking for a kilo I can't afford a cape when the (CD)interest rate is zero Bout to turn to evil, but that's not the answer Just trying to get my money right before I die of cancer You want to talk trade; you want to talk investments You want to talk short run or long run presidents How you want to measure it? Euros or pounds The dollar's going down and my broker's out of town So prices going up; inflation got me fucked Cigars I import just went up another buck So how can I complain, tell me who to blame The man in the mirror with his 6'4 frame That's why you have a brain; but ain't no use in crying Cause all people want to know is who in the hell's buying (so who's buying) Chorus: Money never sleeps; I can hear the dollar calling me Money never sleeps; I can hear the dollar calling me Money never sleeps; I can hear the dollar calling me Money never sleeps; money never sleeps (Greed is Good) Verse 2: Supply for demand; demand for supplying From what I understand now even numbers be lying So what's the use of trying; if life's not getting better This is a new era so I got my shit together Now I'm wheeling and I'm dealing, trying to make a killing All I wanted was a million but the greed took my feelings I picked the brains of the guys making billions that I peeped I can smell the bullshit on his breath when he speaks Read the greed in his eyes and the smell that it reeks And he still talks cheap with his porcelain teeth; now I'm ready to compete Throw the money in the laundry, (Bernie)Mad off with the cash feel the wrath of my ponzi In case I don't make it to the land of milk and honey spend my riches on some bitches On a beach hot and sunny; Money never sleeps I can hear the dollar calling me Drinking got me thinking Ben Franklin's trying to talk to me. Chorus: Verse 3: You work hard trying to fit in; hoping they'll accept you Seeing in the end, that they don't even respect you Let you, get you; up inside the circle The in-crowd has been wild, get in and they'll hurt you Love ain't universal; they use it for commercial Even in Family Matters they'll treat you like you're Urkel But that's just a setback; watch me make a comeback Got a big brain to match the size of my nut sack America they love that; to see how you respond Rob you quicker with a pen than a nigga with a gun Hustling's not easy but it is a lot of fun I ain't fighting over crumbs in the city that I run I feed large sums, already paid my dues You can trace my footprints but can't walk in my shoes Serious about my money you can see my attitude The changes in my mood go nuts like cashews Mess around and get abused; don't want to see me pissed Add these ivory league pricks right onto my shit list And treat you like a chump and use you like a punk I don't do favors and I don't do lunch now I'm back up on The hunt!![endtext]