Euro, ruble, dollar, yen

It's the Supermen Benjamin Franklin

Flying kites in the wind

Sniff lines within 100 dollar bill

Now mind's got no chill cuz money is real

Living in a digital material world

We trust in God but they entrust it in gold

Paper we ain't royal enough to behold

Enslaving ourselves, sell our body and soul

So what's in it, what's your credit limit?

Why can't you live without it if you weren't born with it

Try to destroy it and you will get committed to the cross

In the name of the boss of this clinic

Money

Money makes the world go straight for the jugular

Secret societies, con artists, mafia

See your posse is out for impossible obvious

Flooding the market, no clue what market value is

The struggle is living on petty allowances

A trillion to point one cent what your balance is

The deposit is earth what you profiting off?

Taxing for oxygen while your nostrils in dirt

A mosque or a church built off gangster wealth

It's how we trace energy reinventing itself

Like water to rain, cycles holy to grimy

As saints spill tears for the blood spilled for money