Shouts to all my bros

Working down at the S.D.R.O

I put your fine money up in my nose

See dollars come just as easy as they go

But none of them go to you, I'm sorry

And I'm begging please don't worry

And thank you for the payment plan

You say I missed another payment? Damn

You won't get it in a hurry

I spend too much money on cigarettes

And isolated incidents

Where Jimmy Nice has been a bad influence

I guess I'm into this eternal weekend

With this select group of friends

Who all wake up after ten

But we all like to make bad choices

Like waiting till we're broke before

We send our invoices

And making loud noises till voices yell through the wall

Shut the fuck up! but we don't care at all

See all I care about is sunshine and cafe meals

A little bit of alone time and keeping it real

So what's the deal ma?

Money comes, money goes

Spent Monday morning with a heavy head and a runny nose

In yesterday's clothes

From my head to my toes, but nobody knows

Money comes, money goes

Spent Monday morning with a heavy head and a runny nose

In yesterday's clothes

From my head to my toes, but nobody knows

You can swear and curse all you want, they gon hit you where it hurts

(In your pocketses) Profit loss vs. broken promises

Now they coming after you to tip the scales

Ominous letters in the mail from anonymous offices

Three dollars eighty just to ride Cityrail

And you don't want no trouble with them transit officers, so

Just keep calm and grease them palms, be another good sheep on the farm

With the cash or the Visa card, let's find out who got the weaker arm

There's no need for that malice in your tone

Just understand I trade my talent tryna build the bank balance

So thanks madam, calling me on the phone with a fine

Of course I'm back chatting, my bad language isn't that bad dagnabbit

I mean some folks have got their souls crooked

Doing things that they know that they so shouldn't

Fuck a finger in the pie, nah, they want the whole puddin'

While some are dole queuing, Rowan bring that old hook in

Yo

Money comes, money goes

Spent Monday morning with a heavy head and a runny nose

In yesterday's clothes

From my head to my toes, but nobody knows

Money comes, money goes

Spent Monday morning with a heavy head and a runny nose

In yesterday's clothes

From my head to my toes, but nobody knows

We owe the S.D.R.O

We save for rainy days and special occasions

We owe the S.D.R.O

That R'n'R for you be revenue raising

We owe the S.D.R.O

Holding out civil liberties to ransom

Whether you in the back of the line

Or you be the boss, you're in a bind

Shit, even when you're in a box

What, this is the anthem