I've got the money
I've got the looks
Got everything I need
And I've got whatever else
I've got the sports car
A seaside house
Got a new twin engine plane
And a couple of riding horses
I'm sick with booze
And I don't do drugs
There's got to be some way
To a new sensation
All these girls who stick with me
They're all looking for my money
And I don't really give a damn
But I met this girl
Real somebody
Doesn't even seem to care
About all the wealth I have
Awesome looks
Mysterious type
I set myself in motion
I've just got to get this kid
Yeah!
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
Yeah, yeah
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
Ten years later
Will you look at this
I'm raising kids
And I'm doing all the housework
For there's nothing she will do
I stand still
And sometimes wonder
With all this cash I have
How did I get here
With all this cash?
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
Yeah, yeah
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
Yeah, yeah
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
Oooh, yeah, yeah
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
There's absolutely nothing I can't get
Can't get with all this cash
Writer(s): Jean-marc Pisapia, Luc Papineau, Jean Pierre Louis Joseph Brie, Guy Pisapia
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