Bankrupt Visa
Now you dont know where your moneys gone
Where my moneys gone, gone
And yous a credit card feeder
No we be broke, you cussing now
Turning tables round
Biggie, Biggie, Ching, Ching
Wicked little girl tryina bribe me a favour
Flip a card, see a number, cheater
Black Jack flip em up
The dollar sign is fading away, is fading away
Tell me cause my hands feel sweaty and guilty
Throw the fish back into the pond
And the cards aint matching the beating
Cant afford if I had it all
Bankrupt Visa
Now you dont know where your moneys gone
Where my moneys gone, gone
And yous a credit card feeder
No we be broke, you cussing now
Turning tables round
Hey yo , hey yo, hey yo
I been walking on the moon and time is ticking, ticking, ticking
Im awake over mars, zipping $100 wine
Even if the Bible says, Ive been drinking 808s
Tell me cause my hands feel sweaty and guilty
Throw the fish back into the pond
And the cards aint matching the beating
Shot a hole right through my lungs
Bankrupt Visa
Now you dont know where your moneys gone
Where my moneys gone, gone
And yous a credit card feeder
No we be broke, you cussing now
Turning tables round
Tables turning around my way
Smoke machines and Im gambling
Tables turning, dont come my way
Walk my moon days and
So get me to-get-get-get-gether now
So get me, get me together now, now,now
I work my 9 to 5 shift, making dollars
My mother taught me well, well, well
Bankrupt Visa
Now you dont know where your moneys gone
Where my moneys gone, gone
And yous a credit card feeder
No we be broke, you cussing now
Turning tables round
Bankrupt Visa