Money Man Real Rare Lyrics

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She'll only come out at nights
The lean and hungry type
Nothing is new, I've seen her here before
Watching and waiting
Ooh, she's sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
So many have paid to see
What you think you're getting for free
The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a Jaguar
Money's the matter
If you're in it for love
You ain't gonna get too far
(Oh, here she comes)
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
(Oh, here she comes)
She's a maneater
(Oh, here she comes)
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
(Oh, here she comes)
She's a maneater
I wouldn't if I were you
I know what she can do
She's deadly man, she could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter
Ooh, the beauty is there but a beast is in the heart
(Oh, here she comes)
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
(Oh, here she comes)
She's a maneater
(Oh, here she comes)
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
(Oh, here she comes)
She's a maneater
Ooh
Oh, here she comes
Here she comes
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
Oh, here she comes
(Watch out)
She's a maneater
Oh, here she comes
(She's a maneater)
Ooh, she'll chew you up
(Oh, here she comes)
Here she comes, she's a maneater
(Oh, here she comes)
(Watch out)
She'll only come out at night, ooh
(Oh, here she comes)
Here she comes
She's a maneater
(Oh, here she comes)
(She's a maneater)
The woman is wild ooh
(Oh, here she comes)
Here she comes
Watch out boy, watch out boy
(Oh, here she comes)
Oh, watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out
(Oh, here she's comes)
Yeah yeah she's a maneater
(Oh, here she comes)
(She's a maneater)
She's watching and waiting ooh
(Oh, here she comes)
Oh, she's a maneater
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Maneater Lyrics as written by John Oates Sara Allen

Money Man: Expressing my feelings in songs These niggas was doing me wrong She gone come to the door in a thong If you pussy you do not belong Put them Forgi's on all of my cars Know my songs she know all of my bars Dirty pistol I keep me a charge Drop the top I be talking to God In a Wraith imma look at the stars I'm not selfish I'm feeding. Just be real, that shit's not like you Man you know these things go through a cycle Straight from Queens rock fatigue all weather Fila three-quarter cream feet all leather Never sing the blues, man my team mo' better We blow cheddar, au four feta City lights shine bright on my complexion.

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