Yeah, money on my mind, ink in my veins,
Benji blue strips dripping like rain.
Racks talk back, every comma a chain,
Nightmares in gold, I’m drilling the pain.
Fuck a budget, I flood it, tsunami the safe,
Count it, recount it, let hundreds make shape.
Haters repeat it, they study the wave,
I’m the glitch in the system they never could pay.