Versailles (feat. Despot)

Money went same as it came Money spent, it was all pocket change End of the day, day-traders make minimum wage Pennies on the dollar once it's all said and paid Penny stocks, stocking cap pulled over the face Out of habit, the presidents facing the same way Somebody made a killing, I just dug the grave Capital gains and gains (and gains and gains) Skim the indictment for old cold names Little Sambo grinning on a can of pomade Dueling banjos open the stock exchange Paper chasing, it's hard to stay on the same page (it is) "No hard feelings" the turn of phrase, Twain adapted for the stage A lifetime in the game, now the league folding Contracts voided, Mohamed Atta fly in the ointment It's hot on these streets' monsieur, I might shoot a Arab If it's hot on the beach, the plug just jet to Paris One in a million makes a killing off the curb Nine-ninety-nine thousand, nine-ninety-nine in the dirt A sign above my head to count how many patrons served Every time the number flips, somebody get what they deserve God is watching, but I guess he got a lot of cheeks to turn Ain't no shoulder colder once the fire die from bridges burned Keep your mind off what is mine, or you'll be smilin' on a shirt It ain't ever over 'cause the fat lady forgot the word Rain or sleet or famine and disease, I'm in the streets steppin' With a reason, somebody deceased dangling from each necklace Stuck inside the belly of the beast, she 40 weeks pregnant Might pull out the hammer, hit your knees and check your reflexes Feeling like a million bucks, all 20s And all I got is time and I heard that this shit's money So you can count on me if you ain't in a big hurry If you got mouths to feed, I'ma make sure they stay hungry God bless the child that took yours and got away with it Won't testify if he caught and holla, "They did it" Thought all this time that he bought was what he'd take with him Fiends take the drugs and have dreams with his face in 'em If you want it on the arm, I charge an arm and a leg And every other body part until there's none of 'em left They say they'll miss you when you're gone until they find out they next 'Cause every dollar that you drop is stacked on top of their heads If you want it on the arm, I charge an arm and a leg And every other body part until there's none of 'em left They say they'll miss you when you're gone until they find out they next 'Cause every dollar that you drop is stacked on top of their heads