Lyrics:

On a money of my plateau
You could leave me and let me go
But I wouldn't want to fight
And I wouldn't let you go
'Cause the money, you know, won't show
And the size that you know won't go
So, why are you complaining top?

You need a thing I might have
And I need it oh, so bad
If you fish in a man-made lake
You might as well fish in a jacuzzi, and up
There's the money that you leave me for
And the size, they run out the door
So, why are you complaining back?
(Gonna end on this one)