[Verse - 1]

Get money, chicka chicka ching, chicka chicka ching

Look not in wallet nor purse but purse

Some kids I shouldn't even be going through this except it seems

The clueless have taken it upon their shrewdness or lack there of

To brewed some blind love for their oppressor/molester

With his blood green complexion yet according to my comprehension

Cold hard cash is devoid of any affection so with no

Heart no racial preference

It fucks us all up, the narrow shaft of our essence

While we buy pillows cold sweatin

Dreaming of the world liquidated, laying and infatuated

And been fornicated orifice sedated by its own promiscuous behavior

Then inseminated by paper thin savior

Which whispered swift and seductive promises of happiness and bliss

Only if youve ever spawned upon thine hips and I ask you this

How can any being of want resist, thus with minds and money clips all embellishing its need

Allowing the young seed to subsist placing the warm breast to its lips shameful how now the need shifts

As you gleefully submit to motherly lusts and passionate fits of a hormonal monetary imba lance

And with one good reflective glimpse its obvious youve been short changed

On half wits but your quite contrite frivolous bitch

Alas quicker than quick, bestower of birth sits perishable nurse made enslaved and whipped

Stuck disposing of this filthy la vas piss and shit

Desperately hoping with such acts of piousness, you could, one day could

Be coddled in the mists of its empty embrace your local US mint deemed grace

[Hook]

Paying a penny for your thoughts and selling that soul for nothing fucking vile gluttons (x2)

[Verse - 2]

Dirty little thing ain't it, for such a small scrap of parchment

Tainted, my hopes run dry, indelible dime

Im a 6.6.6.5, which is probably contrived of human hair

A pinch of despair in fetal pigs eyes

Still in Gods trust we're mesmerized and directly besides our

Once prized lives we stack time Georgian E top lives

Never the less as much as mans surprise always banking on pains

Always got evolution looking like small change

While our small brains have grown financially deranged with

Crisis common sense greedily exchanged for the cold copper con

Strange how desire devours the mind, shame on our want

And little kind, you get a bottle of liquor and time, until

Its all polished off, then we shine, selfishly sentimental or

Consequential, rushes unconscious impassioned plushest

Dreamed of precious metals and sluts with beckoning labium

And glistening breasts heaving in sultry sweats, smears the eagles

Crest thinked in hot sex upon their chest, so uninhibited

And addressed in mid climax you wake up lucid mess and firmly

Press that hard dick into the matress(t) sending it drift and pulpous ecstasy

Completely content to lay dormant, with those plushy mitts affectionately backed about one last red scent

[Hook]

Keep paying a penny for your thoughts and selling that soul for nothing, fucking vile gluttons (x3)

It's in the pockets not the soul weigh it, break out your scales of self, analyze, look at yourself, look at your eyes

Not your accounts and set worths its inner, enjoy