Lyrics of Puma June – MDMTM

Money don’t make the man, no honey
Money don’t make the man, no honey
Woah, no

Never learned to walk on my own two feet
Never questioning the things that I didn’t believe
You never listened, you never had my back
Ain’t no bills that can fix all of that
Talk about yourself and the things that you’ve seen
That you were in Forbes, the magazine
Talk about your job and the things that you sold
Gimme physical touch baby, money is cold

Money don’t make the man no honey
Money don’t make the man no honey
Woah, no
Money don’t make the man no honey
Money don’t make the man no honey
Woah, no

Tell me how ya feel baby, what’s in your head
Do you care about politics are you well read
You were taught love was something you could buy
So you got rich buy a life supply
Call me credit, you can’t cash me out
This ain’t the supermarket, there’s no checkout
Didn’t show up so you bought me a ring
If you ain’t got money do ya got anything

Money don’t make the man, no honey
Money don’t make the man, no honey
Woah, No
Money don’t make the man, no honey
Money don’t make the man, no honey
Woah, No

Money don’t make, Money don’t make, no
Money don’t make, Money don’t make the man
Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money don’t make the man

Money don’t make the man