This is my life, this is my prerogative
Don't get it twisted, you're just greasy, you're derogative
I deserve better, I have a choice
I will not suffer under any man's voice
So lower your tone when you're talking to me
I ain't asking for much but R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Got me a bitch with a gun for a mouth
I get bruised when it all goes south
'Cause I can't get just what I want unless I do it all myself
Hands off my money
My money, money
My money, money
My money, money
I said hands off my
My money, money
Get your filthy little claws
Off my silky little drawers, ha
You say you want what I got
Well, go and get yours, ha-ha
I don't play with little boys, nuh-uh
They tend to spit out their toys
And I can't get no satisfaction
When I'm paying by the hour
The words are turning sour, they want the power
They kill my dreams, they rip the roots out my money tree, listen
Hands off my money
My money, money
My money, money
My money, money
I said hands off my
Oh, it rang, I saw you called
If you've wondered why I've not picked up at all
It's 'cause I'm tired, so sick and tired
Of you fucking up my capital, not yours
I'm turning green, it's all obscene
I work the grave shift and you want it all for free
You want it all, you want it all
You want it all for free
My money, money
My money, money
My money, money
I said hands off my
My money, money
My money, money
My money, money
I said hands off my
My money, money
