Verse 1 Struttin’ in suits, got that Gordon Gekko glare, Gold Rolex flashin’, but your soul ain’t there. Yellin’ in the pit, tradin’ dreams for cash, Burnin’ through the market, leavin’ lives in ash. You’re the wolf of the Street, but your howl’s a joke, Snortin’ up the profits, chokin’ on the coke. Pre-Chorus Clickin’ through the trades, you’re the king of greed, Screamin’ “buy low, sell high,” it’s your only creed. Chorus Money for nothin’, and your chicks for free, Wall Street Bros, livin’ the fantasy. Stackin’ up the millions, but you’re blind to the cost, Sellin’ out the world, yeah, your soul’s been lost! (Bang, bang, crash the market, bro!) Verse 2 Private jets to the Hamptons, poppin’ champagne rain, Gamblin’ with our futures, you don’t feel the pain. Crypto pumps, short sells, you’re the master of scams, Ridin’ dirty money while you’re postin’ Instagram. “Work hard, play hard,” that’s your battle cry, But your hustle’s just a hustle, and your life’s a lie. Pre-Chorus Clickin’ through the trades, you’re the king of greed, Screamin’ “buy low, sell high,” it’s your only creed. Chorus Money for nothin’, and your chicks for free, Wall Street Bros, livin’ the fantasy. Stackin’ up the millions, but you’re blind to the cost, Sellin’ out the world, yeah, your soul’s been lost! (Bang, bang, crash the market, bro!) Bridge You tank the economy, then you blame the poor, High-five your bros while you’re lockin’ the door. Yacht parties poppin’, but the tide’s gonna turn, Your empire of paper’s just waitin’ to burn! (Crash it, smash it, watch it fall, bro!) Chorus Money for nothin’, and your chicks for free, Wall Street Bros, livin’ the fantasy. Stackin’ up the millions, but you’re blind to the cost, Sellin’ out the world, yeah, your soul’s been lost! (Bang, bang, crash the market, bro!) Outro So raise your martini, toast your empty win, The devil’s keepin’ tabs on your original sin. Wall Street Bros, your game’s gonna fold, Money for nothin’, but your heart’s ice-cold. Bang, bang… market’s down, bro
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