Talkin' $Hit

Truth or dare ya wanna play I've got nothing left to hide Everybody knows your fake Want to gamble what's at stake Tounging money like it's god Your god is just a game Just another Judas with a contract I'm just another dollar, another day When your blowing up my phone I can smell you talkin' $hit from here to LA Who's the band and where's the show They look a little spry Do you think they rocknroll No body listens anymore If you wanna make a mil Boy you got to sell your soul Take a number from me babe If the party's picking up My people all want paid Get your agent on the phone Cut the deal and sign the check let's Turn up the radio See you throwing salt up in my scene Wine and dine the bottom line I ain't no puppet on a string I think you know just what I mean Trade a collar for the cash Pay a penny for a stream What you think we wouldn't notice Yeah you think I got nothin' to say When your ivory tower falls I'll be stomping on your $hit From here to East bay Who's the band and where's the show They look a little spry Do you think they rocknroll No body listens anymore If you wanna make a mil' Shut up and your soul Take a number from me babe If the party's picking up My people all want paid Get your lawyer on the phone Cut the deal and sign the check let's Turn up the radio I roll Feelin' soul I roll Turn up the radio Magic mirror on the wall Man they say that rock is dead Well who's the deadest of them all If your ready grab the dough Cut the deal and sign the check let's Turn up the radio Who's the band and where's the show They look a little spry Do you think they rocknroll No body listens anymore If you wanna make a mil Shut up sell your soul Take a number from me babe If the party's picking up My people all want paid Get your agent on the phone Cut the deal and sign the check let's Turn up the radio Oh oh I'm singing I roll Oh Lord I feel it in my soul Good God you got to let me go Turn up the radio