Ryan Adams

Sweet talkin Johnny push a John quicker than he spit
Street walkin Tina with a crooked crown waitin for it
There she goes
She born in Boston but the Amtrak took her away
She lives in Brooklyn but she works outta Queens in the
Black limosines, money in the bank
Black limosines, money in the bank
Send it home
Tina Toledo got a kid that lives with her ma
She takes the subway after school makes up her face changes clothes
There she goes
She feels the rain coming down on Washington Square
She gives the cops on the beat a little discount and then then then it's
Black limosines, money in the bank
Black limosines, money in the bank
Hard on the knees, money in the bag
Hard on the knees, money in the bag
Send it home for medical school
Rock her self to sleep with the rhythm of the rain
Beating like the bed against the window frame of her hotel room
Rock herself to sleep with the tunes on the dash
Don't take no credit cards, she takes cash
Says, "Money, money, money in the bank"
"Money, money, money in the bank"
"Money, money, money in the bank"
It ain't no easy life, but it pays pretty good keeps her outta the cold
It ain't no easy life
But it's silver and gold, silver and gold, silver and gold, silver and GOLD