Empty the pockets, I’m a bank in a hoodie. Call me the taxman, but I don’t do it fully. Digging the grave for the greed and the glory. Shovel in hand, rewriting the story I want your money, give me your money. Drag your body, zip it in the bag, it ain’t funny. I got a shovel, I’ll give you all I have. But what I really want is your money, no cap Gold in the teeth, got a bite of the crown. Hunger for power, I’m taking it down. Pavement cracked where my footsteps land. Shovel in the grip, I’m a thief with a plan Bills stacked tall like a paper tower. Clock ticking fast, it’s the money hour. Coins hit the floor, echoes in the void. Cash rules everything, leaving hearts destroyed I want your money, give me your money. Drag your body, zip it in the bag, it ain’t funny. I got a shovel, I’ll give you all I have. But what I really want is your money, no cap
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