Because you know, I’m all about that Place.
house on Place—hotel it.
You will bound to my Place—I smell it!
Yeah, if you land here, I’m gonna get you.
Show me your frowning face.

First comes petty fear, then you will cry, rue.
It is a shakedown, shakedown: I take your dough, you’re blue.
You realize that gloom-doom is what you might face:
I’ll take huge chunks—your bankroll erases.
You’ll be no Mammon queen each time there you stop. . .
fins-strip you, make you squeal
I’ll take you in Monop’!
Increase my booty duty. . .come on, pay up!
I’m on a mission to your purse get.
Not cheap, but glad I bought.
Rolls in, manna—not the edible but bankable type.
When those toys as markers land upon my Place, pickings are ripe.
Over time you’ll pay me six figures—like a li’l girl you’ll bawl.
Your bank account I’ll winnow
before I let you move along.

Because you know, I’m all about that Place—
bound to Place, you’ll gelt it
and bawl there on that Place. . .have felt it.
On you, a booty attack;
I will wallow in my filthy riches, yeah!
You’ll get a flaying of dough and be less fat.
Take your dough—I need no gat:
my hotel’s what will your purse get.
You’re steamed, your collar hot.
Rolls in, manna—not the edible, comestible type.
I’ll enjoy your parking long enough that the pickings are ripe—
over time you’ll pay me big figures—not long till I take all.
Your bank account I’ll winnow
before I let you move along.

Because you know, I’m all about that Place.
Bound to Place, you’ll gelt it.
You touch down on Place—your gelt’s hit!