“Money Honey” slinks like a neon-lit back alley confession, all teeth and perfume and hunger. Gaga croons with a velvet snarl, turning desire into currency and love into a transaction written in lipstick and debt. The beat struts, impatient and glossy, while her voice drips temptation and warning at once, sweet as champagne and sharp as broken glass. It is a song that flirts with excess, where seduction wears a price tag and affection comes wrapped in credit and control. Sexy in its confidence, creepy in its honesty, it dances on the thin line between wanting someone and owning the want itself, leaving you thrilled, uneasy, and counting the cost 💋🖤 I love this 🎶 @LadyGaga @LittleMonsters