I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks/It feels good puttin money in your mailbox

There's no way I can pay you back/But the plan is to show you that I understand/You are appreciated

Cause when I was low you was there for me/And never left me alone because you cared for me/And I could see you comin home after work late/You're in the kitchen…

I finally understand/for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man/You always was committed/A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it

Money is like manure, it should be spread around.

Having, First, gained all you can, and, Secondly saved all you can, Then give all you can.

'They say money don't stink,' he said. 'I sometimes wonder.'