Cash on my mind like a midnight prayer
Count it in the dark, feel it everywhere
Blue lights flash but I’m too quick to care
Rubber band thick, got the fever in the air
Mama said slow but the block said go
Every flip another step out the undertow
Digits doing backflips, snow in the envelope
I just need the bag, let the lonely corrode
Cash rules me, I don’t rule it back
Heart cold, wallet fat, life a pitch-black track
Still I run it up, run it up, never look back
Till the paper stacks high enough to bury the lack