Dead presidents

When the hunger strikes your tummy
You start looking for the money
Put your hand into the pocket
Searching for the mighty ducat
Money walks
And money talks
That's a thing to keep in mind
When your reaching for the dime
There is a thing that rivals money
But even that's for sale you dummy
It's called pussy in case you didn't get the hint
But that's something you can't print
What the fuck is wrong with us
People even sell the ass
That's the power of the buck
It makes you bend it makes you suck
Even though the bills are bad
Not to have them makes me sad
At a point it's even funny
All you hear is money money