What's going on in the magazines?
It's the same damn thing in every one
I don't give a ♥♥♥♥ about Delevigne
Or that Rita girl, about Jourdan Dunn
I don't wanna know about your perfect life
Your perfect wife and it makes me sick
I don't give a ♥♥♥♥ about your instagram
About your lovely house or your ugly kids

I'm not your friend and I can't pretend
I ain't being funny, funny
Let's be clear, I'm here
I'm here to make money, money, money
If I force a smile and can make it worthwhile
Don't touch me honey, honey
Let's be clear, I'm here
I'm here to make money, money, money

Insincere, insincerely yours tonight
Let's be clear, I'm here
I'm here to make money, money, money
We're all here
We're all here cause the price is right
Let's be clear, I'm here
I'm here to make money, money, money