She's got a purse that it seems to me,
reminds me of childhood - robberies,
where everything was paid for in cash (cash)
Whooooooaaaaaa sweet money o' mine!
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, sweet cash o' mine

She's got Change, of some shiny metal,
as if they, had come first,
I'd hate to have a look and see,
she'd forgotten her purse,
Whooooooooaaaa Sweet Money o' mine
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, sweet cash o' mine.

Whoaaa yeah!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sweet money o' mine,
Oooooohhhh yeah, oooooooohhhhhh, sweet cash o' mine

who do we rob now?
who do we rob now?
who do we rob now?
who do we rob now?
No, no, no, no, no, no,
sweet money,
sweet money o' mine!