Junior Reid - Who Steal the Money from the B

They work in the factory for the money They sweep the street for the money
Work in the snow for the money And you treat them that ain't right
Hear this!
After me flying, preferring this fresh air for me toad
Saving money through the bank and think it's safe and secure
Reach a new Kingston when me richy bound door
Police and security they put out of the door
Murder and accident, papa cheat all the poor
With them antique furniture and them marble tile floors
Night and day people work hard and a sweat
Damn right!